This is probably the simplest way I can describe my depression at times like this.
Listening in on a conversation between some of my coworkers. These people are pro-Trump all the way. They are most likely QAnon folks as well. They like Alex Jones and Michael Savage. They're the type who view any sort of social justice movements as frivolous at best or as terrorist groups at worst. Seriously, I am grateful I don't work on the same shift as...
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Words often fail me.//My appeals fall on deaf ears.//Talking to myself.
My eyes are heavy.// Unable to sleep, I scroll. //It's now 4 am.
Forcibly punctured.
Now everything is sticky.
Stop buying gel caps.
I know they mean well.
But some platitudes bring dread.
It could be much worse.
The mask on my face.
Blocking sickness, hiding pain.
Not much smiling now.
I'm not that much different than others.
It's the same for my sister and brothers.
I don't want to judge or cling to this grudge,
But much of the fault is my mother's.
My apartment complex is holding a "Cutest Balcony" contest for the best-decorated balconies. As a ground-level apartment dweller, I am ineligible to participate. I think that is kinda "Floorist", but then again a Florist might end up winning the contest as well. It's rigged!
Today at work, my boss was talking about how it is kinda interesting how humans are the only species to have emotions like a sense of humor, anxiety, or regret.
I joked that it would be funny to think about an elephant, unable to sleep, laying in bed thinking, "Why did I say that? She's never going to forget."
Is it a deal breaker if a guy doesn't want kids? I mean, there are women out there who feel the same way, right? I am not dissing single moms or anyone in general, who may want children. It's just that I personally have no interest in being a dad or a stepdad. I may be limiting myself, if I were to automatically reject anyone...
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