“You’re born into this world alone and you’ll die alone.”
You know that statement is entirely false, right? I usually hear this when someone is trying to sound profound; sometimes, it is used as justification for failed relationships. In reality, you came into this world literally connected to someone else. What happened between then and now may have been wonderful, it may have been really shitty, and it may have felt really lonely. Deep down, this whole time, you were never alone.
A night a whimsy turns end in blood, the only evidence a bullet hole and a lipstick stain. Based on an original 25-word short story.
The lovely Sophia Ismaa nominated me for her newly created Flawesome Award. Sophia is such a positive person and her blog is definitely one you want to follow, especially if you love books and apt social commentary.
On this day last year, I was in a car accident. Just thinking about it now makes my head hurt. Despite all that, I did gain some valuable perspective that day.
About three years ago, both Austin and I began to struggle falling asleep. We would lie in bed and watch the clock go from 10:00 pm to 5:00 am staring at each other or staring at the wall. Neither of us wanting to speak in hopes that at any moment sleep would envelop us and the sound of each other’s voice would ruin those chances.
I want the reasonable, kind of fun things that come with being an adult. I do not want much, I just want to live a comfortable, simple life with mild entertainment. As much as I kind of like my apartment, I want my fantasies to come true. Indulge me as I list my simple desires…
Before I could give it a name to it, I exhibited signs as of being an extremely anxious child. My parents would tell my teachers I was very shy and needed more time to warm up. I had regular stomachaches, was irritable, sensitive, and hardly spoke.
Everyone desperately wants to know that their relationship is strong and unique or that they are on the right track. It can be helpful to seek advice from others, but in the end, what works for someone else may not work for you.
My colleagues want to make small talk about their new furniture or their children. I do not want to fake a smile, I do not want to talk, I just want to mind my own business and be alone. Unfortunately, this seems to be unnatural to my coworkers; they find my quietness alarming.
Now and then, it’s good to take a moment and express gratitude. Here’s my list.