I am interested in how we feel it and in fact, how we feel about it. Because I’m so f**king scared of pain, even though I’ve lived through all kinds of it and I live well. I’m at peace, but is it the strange sort of peace that sits on a frozen pond? Will it sink to the depths with the changing seasons?
Ive come to believe that women…and men, have been trapped in this wheel of shame and self-blame that no one likes to talk about.
We got little Dan from the SPCA about 3 months ago, when he was a shy, teary-eyed little boy. He was afraid of everything, he had health problems as a kitten and couldn’t trust anybody, he broke my heart.
There’s a weird phrase going around the internet at the moment – ‘main character energy’ – or something like that. When you look into it, it’s basically a bunch of girls framing their somewhat ordinary lives as an urban romance.
I guess I’m trying to figure out if I can’t hack being around teenagers anymore because I sincerely don’t like them, or I don’t like what they remind me of. It may a little bit of both.
I’m grateful that I’ve learnt what a healthy relationship is, through having one. Over three years together and I’m still happy that we met, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want some alone time.
Sometimes the human brain is a slightly unintelligent, highly sadomasochistic beast.
This year, I really started appreciating the people around me, in my life and subsequently where I’ve gotten in this 23 years of occupying space.
The writing is not spectacular. The pace is fast. Sometimes I want just a bit more detail than I’m gonna get. But man, what a fantastic world. What a fantastic reading experience.
So. We adopted a cat.