As I was sorting and boxing my books today, I discovered this note tucked away in the pages of one my required readings from college. It says, “The challenge of life is to maintain integrity, a real self, despite the myriad opportunities for pretensions or insecurity. An insecurity that creates so many false selves born from the desire to please others, others who can only ever please themselves by themselves. You submit and disappear, your life becomes an act; a charade. Taking part in that charade only perpetuates it and enables others to keep up their own acts, to lose themselves, sometimes happily, for fear of what they might otherwise discover.”
What happened to this twenty-three-year-old bravery??
Your body is your business and just because a gentleman caller pops in for a visit now and then doesn’t give him the right to remodel the inn.
What is Pokemon Go and why is this cartoon causing hordes of people to wander around parks and bike trails staring at their phones and muttering? It’s like an obstacle course out there.
I told someone today that I have a self-defecating sense of humor. Do you think they noticed?
I’m having one of those days where every time I go to open my mouth, I tell myself that what I’m about to say is silly and no one cares. It’s hard to be a consistent writer when I have these anxious and sad thoughts running a constant loop in my head.
(Acknowledge artists! Featured image by: Allen, Toby. Real Monsters. 2013. http://www.zestydoesthings.com. 7 July 2016.)
blockquote>I just discovered that my farts scare the cat. It’s been a rough week. This helps.