The fridge is bursting. There’s too much food in the house. Definitely a problem of privilege. I’m aware of that, yet my problems are my problems, real and difficult for me; other people’s different problems don’t negate my reality. I’ve had this issue before. I don’t do it to myself – I’m careful about the quantities I maintain – so the stress-inducing over-capacity isn’t my … Continue reading The fridge is bursting.
I forgot the anniversary of my grandmother’s birthday this year. It’s the first time that’s happened since she died. I realized, once I remembered, that after I’m gone, she really will be dead. All the way dead. The people who live only in my memory will be gone as if they never were, lost save for a marker somewhere, if that. My children never met … Continue reading When I die.
I won’t be getting my happily ever after, at least not the kind that shows up in the romance novels I read and collect and have been devouring of late. I love those stories. It’s one of those secret things I wanted, a partner to grow old with and a big family. The lack thereof makes me sad sometimes. It’s not going to happen, at … Continue reading The loss of the original “happily ever after”.
I admire Commander Data. It must be nice to think clearly no matter the situation, to remain unswayed by emotional tempests. Unless your evil twin implants an evil chip. Thinking clearly is a cherished goal of mine. I’d love to be able to logic my way through the mental chaos that’s inside me all too often. Applying logic to thoughts is part of philosophy. It’s … Continue reading Logic and id.
From Famine to Feast 