I haven’t been able to bring myself to write about the pandemic, mostly because there’s so much in my head that I’m not sure I can even articulate. And yet, here I am because I don’t know any other way to process all of this. We’re in week seven of quarantine. I’m in my hometown…
I have a tendency to assign meaning to others’ actions as reflections of what they think of me and in turn, who I am and what I think of me. I’d say it’s one of the pillars of my overthinking. I’m working on it. It’s particularly difficult for me, though, because I’ve always been someone…
Being in your 20’s, especially your mid-20’s, means that everyone you meet is asking you three questions: 1. Where do you work? 2. Where do you live? 3. Are you dating anyone? While the first two questions have their own set of problems, it’s the third one that hits a nerve with most people. My…
The older I get, the more I think about priorities and the act of prioritizing various aspects of your life. In my personal life, I’ve always placed others ahead of me: what they need, what they want and what works best for them and I adjust accordingly. Then, slowly I began to get closer to…
Maybe it’s the New Year, new decade, whatever, but I’ve been thinking a lot about time. For example, is life short or long? I begin by thinking that life is short, so we have to do things immediately. Time is fleeting and if you think about it in the esoteric sense, then this life is…
My new motto, I guess, is “keep going.” There are still 11 days left, but I’m not sure I’ll have a chance to reflect again. It’s been a wild year and decade. For a little context, at the beginning of 2010, I was starting my second semester of freshman year at a high school in…
I book myself tables At all the best restaurants, then eat alone I buy myself fast cars Just so I can drive them real fuckin’ slow I like my own company Company, I don’t need it I’m not always cold I’m just good on my own, so good on my own I’ve always been told,…
He’s a bad dancer He’s a right answer He’s a shy singer And most of the time it’s just him and I He’s an over-thinker He’s a slow kisser I convey, it’s in him All of the time when it’s him and I And you squeezed my hands two times, three times And believe me,…
These days my waves get lost in the oceans Seven billion swimmers, man I’m going through the motions Sent up a flare, I need love and devotion Traded for some faces that I never know, notion Maybe I should try to find the old me Take me to the places and the people that know…
I’ve always been drawn to words. When I was younger, I would even link words to numbers. Each letter would have a number and I would add all of them together for my family members’ names. I don’t know what it was that drew me to it, but it would make me happy to see…
