Google PlusFacebookTwitter

People still surprise me.

By on Sep 16, 2014 in Blog | 2 comments

I have long held belief that most people are good. It seems like an odd thing to say, considering the state of the planet, I suppose. Naive. Childish. Maybe even stupid. But as I’m generally content with the way my head works, and I’m mostly content with the current state of my mental affairs, I see no reason to simply toss that belief into the ether and let it drift away. *ahem* For the most part. Sometimes, though… Some jackass takes my little belief and throws it to the ground and pisses all over it. And it seems to me that because I do hold the belief that most people are basically good people, when someone pisses all over my belief, it probably bothers me more than it bothers the people who think that everyone is an asshole at heart. I found out the other day that someone – one of the pissers – had hurt my friend Adam… whom I’ll call Adam,...

Now I’m just mad.

By on Jan 12, 2014 in Blog | 0 comments

I had a particularly trying day on Friday. Which is actually to say that I was on a fucking emotional roller coaster from about 8:30 on Friday on. I’m finally calm enough to do what comes naturally to me in a situation like that, and write it out. By ‘calm’, I don’t actually mean calm. I mean mad. Like really, really fucking angry. There’s this guy, I’ll call him Mike. Because that’s his name. Anyhow, Mike is a guy that I’d worked with for a few years now, and I liked him. I thought he was a decent – if a little depressed – guy. I talked to him every day, sometimes more than once a day. And when I have to do that as part of my job, I have a tendency to get to know someone. I have a tendency to care about them. When I ask them how their day is going, I actually listen, and care about the answer. Y’know, because I’m...

A few of my favorite things.

By on Dec 31, 2013 in Blog | 7 comments

So, the New Year is upon us. This, for a lot of people, means trying to figure out how they are going to “improve”; how they are going to “make their life better”; how the next year will be “the year I become a super-hero version of myself”. In theory, there is nothing wrong with any of this. The problem seems to come when these ideas stem from the fact that you think you’re not good enough just as you are. Because most of us are just fucking fine, thanks. Just as we are. Flaws and all. I’m all for self-improvement, as long as it comes from a place of “hey, I’m pretty damn awesome, but I could feel even more awesome if I (fill in the blank)”. Of course, this doesn’t include assholes. Those people should really do something about that. At any rate, before I go off and make my resolution (yes, just the one) for this...

Yes, I’m fine.

By on Oct 6, 2013 in Blog | 1 comment

I’m an introvert. If you want to know what that means in general, you can Google it. There are millions of results, and you can read everything from how introverts can survive in the extrovert world, to how to take care of the introverts in your life, to the scientific research that is beginning to prove that, yes, my brain is fundamentally different from yours – if you are not an introvert, that is. I started thinking last night about what being an introvert means for my life, and maybe more importantly what it means for the people in my life that I care about.  So this is more for them that it is for me.  It’s my way of explaining what I am to those that aren’t like me. And if you are an introvert, then maybe this is for you, too. For those times when you might need to try to describe what it’s like just being you on a day to day basis. Venturing out...

Never forget?

By on Sep 12, 2013 in Blog | 0 comments

I was scrolling away through my Facebook feed when a post from the truly stellar Sharon Hayes caught my eye. This is nothing new, as Sharon often posts eye-catch worthy stuff, but in the midst of my feed today, it was different enough to have really caught my eye, and engage my brain. After the day I had today, that was a feat, indeed. A great deal of posts have been made today about the attacks on 9/11. This makes sense, as it’s the very anniversary day of those attacks. The posts on my Facebook (and undoubtedly my Twitter feed – yet to be checked) are of the same ilk: Never Forget. They range from lovely pictures – inspiring, moving and awesome in the truest sense of the word, to posts that fall from the “Never Forget” realm directly south into the “Never Forgive” depths.  And there is nothing wrong with how anyone wants to mark this day of...

So this happened…

By on Aug 22, 2013 in Blog | 1 comment

This morning didn’t start out well. To be fair, I don’t consider any morning to actually ‘start well’ if it involves an alarm clock. So maybe it’s just me, and maybe if I ignore the fact that I didn’t get to have a wee lie-in I might be able to change my mind and at least call it a tie. Except, no. No, this morning the alarm was actually the most pleasant part of my morning. Because this morning – before I had my first coffee, before I even got dressed – I injured my hand. You might be asking ‘so what’ right about now. Statistically, it’s probable that a whole fucking lot of people injured their hand before coffee this morning. People do some dangerous shit in the morning. Shaving, for example. I’m so glad that I’m not a guy and I don’t have to hold a sharp object to my throat every morning, because I...

The one in which I rant. Periodically.

By on Aug 6, 2013 in Blog | 4 comments

This blog is about my period. I figured I’d put it right out on Front Street*. That’s right. MY. PERIOD. If you’ve stopped reading after reading that, I commend you for knowing where your boundaries are. I congratulate you for knowing when to say when, when enough is enough and when you just can’t go any further. I, however, have no fucking choice in the matter. I have to see it through. Because it’s not going away. At least not for a few days. And it’s not going away permanently until I reach that magical state of nirvana called Old. That glorious time when having to buy tampons will be just one of the things that I laugh about whilst I think, Remember when? I SO look forward to Old. In the meantime, my period is that fucking fantastic few days of the month where perfect doesn’t exist. It just doesn’t. Because the state of perfection is...

Life Lessons For F*ckers Who Are Gonna Do It Anyhow

By on Jul 22, 2013 in Blog | 0 comments

A few minutes ago I was just messing about the internet, minding my own business – actually, I was on Facebook, so I was minding everyone else’s business – when I happened upon a post that someone shared that really inspired me. And since I’m the kind of person that likes to inspire other people, I’m going to share my inspiration with you. Which, on the whole, is probably better than sharing my perspiration with you. What? It’s hot outside. The post was one of those things that we’ve all seen a hundred times before. It’s been done, and overdone. Often titled something like, “Things I Would Tell My 20 Year Old Self Who Was Probably a Douchebag”. Or perhaps, “Lessons I Wish I’d Learned Earlier And Now Impart to You Because I’m an Asshat That Thinks I Know Fucking Everything”. Even the ever-popular,...