There are many quirks of my psyche that I tussle with myself over whether to embrace or reject. One of those is that I do better, functionally, if I believe there is someone watching me at all times. If I imagine seeing myself, my words and my actions through their eyes, then my self, my… Read More »External
Someone in my life once ranted about how they hate that phrase. It quietly enraged them, in fact. So inane. So pointless. So infuriating. I smiled politely and didn’t bother to mention that I happen to quite like it. I certainly didn’t venture to posit that, perhaps, their anger toward it might suggest some issues… Read More »It is what it is
Well I do have plenty of those. The parts things slip through. Blind spots. Oversights. Areas of complacency. But sometimes I can stare at a crack all day and not get any closer to figuring out how to fix it. Points of friction. Dust collectors. Bad fucking luck. That’s why we avoid them after all.… Read More »Wordgame: Cracks