I have been mulling over this for at least a year now, so I might as well say it. Stop saying things are awkward. It isn’t uncommon for me to hear friends talking about how awkward some experience of theirs was; or more often, how potentially awkward an experience could be. The thought of being uncomfortable turns … More Comfortably Uncomfortable
My older sister sometimes throws around this annoying phrase: “Yeah well, everyone already knows that.” It’s annoying to me because she usually utters it after I say something related to how human beings behave, or how they react to certain happenings, or essentially anything related to psychology. I’ll share something that I’ve been thinking about … More Rant #3: You Already Know What I’m Talking About
With the whole Facebook hullabaloo thing going on, I’ve been thinking more about privacy lately. Yes, people can and will reveal a lot of information about themselves online, whether it be to the public or just to friends (but how many “friends?” Six hundred and seventy-eight of them?). But I’m not talking about the where-you-live … More To Share or Not To Share
I homeschool, so I am aware of the spectrum of opinions people have on homeschoolers, some of those opinions being that homeschoolers are brainwashed by their parents. Maybe that’s true for some cases. I don’t think that’s true for me or my homeschooled friends, though. But how do I know that I’m not brainwashed or … More Am I Brainwashed?
I’m confused. A few years ago, before I had any substantial instruction in writing, I joined Figment, a website where writers could share their work with others and receive feedback. The site was sort of artsy and professional and official looking, so I had high hopes. What did I find? The stories that won their contests, … More Is This Good Enough?
It’s a strange thing. Growing up. When I was little, I always dreamed of being seventeen. I couldn’t wait for it. Seventeen seemed like such a beautiful, perfect number. It must be a beautiful, perfect age. And to some extent, it has been. The time I was the “dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen” … More I Grow Up A Little Bit
Toilets that roar like they’re trying to startle me into falling in so I can be chugged down to my watery grave flush really loud. Turbulence. Dried toads in Chinese medicine stores. Riding elevators alone. Closets lying open at night. The vacuum cleaner staring at me from the hallway… at night. Tuning strings. An E-string once SNAPPED … More 17 Slightly Irrational Fears