Monica
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There have been times where I’m convinced that my mind is anything but well. I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard the rule of thumb–if you have to ask, then you’re not crazy. Still, there are times when I find myself thinking crazy things. Instead of acting on every whim, I write them down and Continue reading
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“Is my name on the list?”
It started as your typical shyness, but it grew into something else. My mother isn’t a misanthrope, she’s just shy. Her mother pushed her into socializing, but it never clicked. I’m on the other spectrum. The reason I shy away from people is because I’m easily disappointed by them. Case in point, a Continue reading
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Back to Grey
The problem with me being happy is the after effect. Unlike the majority of you, being happy is a tiring task for me. As my friend Monica just explained, it’s because it’s not my “natural state.” My natural state being somewhere in the grey – I’m not depressed but I’m not happy either. Continue reading
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Zombie Post
About a week or so ago, some douche bag decided to announce how zombies do not exist, how they’ll never exist and how those of us who talk about the zombie apocalypse aren’t cool. Well, I’m sorry buddy but we all don’t listen to crappy music to pass our time (this guy was a Blink Continue reading
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Relationships of a Misanthrope
I finished reading Etgar Keret‘s collection of short stories – The Bus Driver Who Wanted to be God – the other night, and something caught my attention. It’s the story before “Kneller’s Happy Campers” – which was later adapted into a screen play for the film Wristcutters: A Love Story. The story’s called “Pipes,” a Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 