As a child, my friends and family would often call me “stubborn.” Which, to be fair, was among the least hurtful of the other painfully accurate things they would call me; a list that included Tub-Tub, Lemon Puss, Tommy (“I’m 9, please stop referring to me by such a childish name”), and Fatty-Fatty-Fat-Fat - a … Continue reading The Scientist
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The Canker Sore
“Listen, we all die. And nothing you did is going to speed that process up for yourself or anyone else. It’ll be fine.” While probably not the most comforting words to hear at the workplace, I will stand by their accuracy. Plus, empathy is all in the delivery. But let’s take a step back. As … Continue reading The Canker Sore
A Poem from a San Antonio Air BnB
The sign on the toilet says Not to flush the toilet paper But to throw it in the trash instead I flush it just the same In order there is anarchy Distress And the trash The cause of my anxiety Shall instead be a receptacle for my discontent For in order there is distress Anarchy … Continue reading A Poem from a San Antonio Air BnB
My Troubling Standards
I would not consider myself to be the most desirable of suitors. I do not have a wide array of unique and interesting hobbies to talk to. I work a boring corporate job. My wardrobe is as unvaried as it is unappealing, consisting entirely of one pair of *intentionally holey* jeans and two *less intentionally … Continue reading My Troubling Standards
The Existential Wannabe 