From the category archives:
Because, as they say, when God shuts a door he opens a window…but opening that window is pointless if all I’m going to do is stand there staring at that closed door all damned day. If I want my life to be something more, lamenting the fact that it’s not something more isn’t going to change anything. I have to get the fuck out there and Do.
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Maybe not with actual sex, but much in the same way that you’re reinvigorated after breaking a long dry spell with a good screw, maybe I need to give my life and priorities a sudden jolt of something different in order to gain a new perspective and regain the sense of optimism about where my life is going. I need a mental pussy reset.
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Only this time something was different. In my head. I don’t know if it was the booze (though it wasn’t the first time we’d tried it after drinking), or maybe the Greek Classics class I’d had that day was so damn boring that it literally left my body numb, but I was more than ever determined to, as a friend would put it, “have the sex.” I grit my teeth, closed my eyes, and told my friend to not stop no matter what (and considering all the times I’d inadvertently blue-balled him, I knew I didn’t have to tell him twice.)
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I hugged myself as I walked down the street. I even lost myself in my haze of self-pity and shed a few tears on the bus. As I walked the final few blocks home, I felt like I was in one of those early 2000’s teen dramas – you know where the beautiful heroine has just been forced to eat a bit of humble pie and she’s walking down the street, dejected and alone, maybe there’s a little Michelle Branch playing in the background. I thought there was nothing I wanted to do more than lie in bed, cry my eyes out, and go to work the next day secure in the belief that I was meant to be alone and pitiable.
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So, I’m logging on to Facebook today, minding my own freakin’ business, when my Feed visually assaults me with shirtless pics of a certain friend of mine at an unknown beach. Needless to say, in my current single state they were the last pics I ever wanted to see. No, actually, you can’t possibly understand [...]
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Hmmm…creativity as a sentient being separate of yourself. Dedicating yourself to your craft while at the same time divesting yourself of it. I might have to actually read her book Eat, Pray, Love . Great lecture… [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86x-u-tz0MA&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00]
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