I do all the things that grown-ups do. I work, I make money, I pay my bills. I am fully integrated into the tedium of adulthood. It’s a system that’s designed so even people like me, who are prone to mild spats of erratic anxiety and public meltdowns, can work it. You do your job … Continue reading A to B
It’s the weekend and I am stuck in hell. Hell, to me anyway, is a crowded bar or club. I can’t see past my hand and I’m bathed in a very unflattering neon-light. It might be dark, but I know I am surrounded by other people because I both smell and feel their sweaty bodies … Continue reading A Shot of Social Anxiety.
Reality: I am deeply dog-less and I am saddened by this fact for many reasons. Pets provide you with a certain comfort in times of need. If you have a dog then passers-by credit you with a certain amount of intellectual merit (when in truth I am little more than a lonely, barking lunatic.) They are … Continue reading Do I Want a Dog or a Boyfriend?
I don’t think anything annoys me more than someone who attempts to justify their, or someone else’s, morally floozy behaviour with the excuse ‘Oh, they are having a really hard time.' It makes me want to shout at the World’s occupants because quite frankly I am over indulging the dumb-ass stupidly selfish sewer rodents that … Continue reading Millennials’ Guide to Not Behaving Like an Utter Ass-hat
The amount of times I’ve opened Snapchat, Facebook and/or Twitter and have been greeted by the news that someone I use to have feelings for has now hooked up with someone else that I know – or perhaps have also been with – is worryingly frequent. It happens and there I am, replaying that Snap, looking at … Continue reading Tiny Beds.
My Childhood Fears: I am on the cusp of eleven and I am afraid of a lot of things. A list of things that keep me awake at night, but is not exclusive to, include: Losing my glasses; peeing myself in a public place; finding a bone in my chicken & a potential smallpox outbreak … Continue reading Childhood Fears Vs Adult Fears
1) There is no clearer sign of my anxiety over a situation than the amount of commentary I’m doing about it on Twitter – it’s an easy way to (briefly) side-step reality. 2) The reason I will never commit a crime is because the news media will report my height, weight and post an unfiltered … Continue reading 10 Completely Honest Facts About Myself
(I am completely aware that this title probably makes me sound like a middle aged woman.) There’s something weirdly pleasurable about seeing a past fling in the street. It’s like waiting on that second sneeze that never comes. It happened today and I couldn’t help but think ‘I wonder if he still wants to fuck?’ … Continue reading Why I’m now seeking intimacy over casual sex.
Telling someone how I’m feeling, really feeling, is equal parts simple and impossible for me. I wear my heart on my sleeve, I have always been this way, which is a trait that hasn’t always served me well. It isn’t hard to decipher my mood; people can always tell when somethings up. I wear my … Continue reading Fake – Expressing How I Feel Vocally & Why It’s So Hard.