I’ve Never Been in a Fight

It’s probably not surprising to know that I’ve never been in a fight. Verbal fights, yes, most certainly, though they’re to be avoided at all costs. But physical fights, I’ve managed to steer clear of those for 30-years now. I’m proud of that. And while I’m sure, to some, this signifies a weakness of characterContinue reading “I’ve Never Been in a Fight”

Most Things Bother Me

The phrase “I contain multitudes” can apply to us all. We all hold entirely contradictory beliefs and ideas. There’s nothing wrong with that; I don’t know anyone, not one single person, whose entire personality from top to bottom is one cohesive unit with all parts working towards the same goal. No, we all tend toContinue reading “Most Things Bother Me”

Dying on the Steps of a Wildwood Motel: A Flirting Misadventure

Romance isn’t my strong suit. I’m a loving guy, and a total mush, but the wooing and flirting part isn’t something I’m particularly skilled at. Nor am I good at recognizing when I’m flirted with. In my early 20’s, I struggled meeting someone, anyone. I had no confidence, in no small part due to myContinue reading “Dying on the Steps of a Wildwood Motel: A Flirting Misadventure”

You Might Be the Problem

People are, to say the least, a mixed bag. We could be loving, tender, understanding, and selfless, but we can also be hateful, insensitive, ignorant, and selfish – sometimes all in the same day. We’re prone to colossal fuck-ups, but are also capable of incredible feats. Since we contain such restless multitudes, we tend toContinue reading “You Might Be the Problem”

It’s Over: Celebrate, but Don’t Gloat

For more than half of the country, the last four years have been stressful to say the least. I’m not what one would consider a patriot, but the last four years made me embarrassed to be an American, even more so than before. But, as I write this, Donald Trump has vacated the White House,Continue reading “It’s Over: Celebrate, but Don’t Gloat”

I Had a Secret Twitter Account, It Was a Shit Show

I’ve made my social media aversion abundantly clear at length, shouting into the void, publishing thousands of words on the subject that fell on deaf ears. That’s fine. But, as the title suggests, I had a secret Twitter account which I just shut down once I did what I set out to do.  I’ll explain:Continue reading “I Had a Secret Twitter Account, It Was a Shit Show”