The Things I Carry: The lock and the key (Part 10)
I’ve been looking for these. I guess I have to try these all until I come to the right fit.
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I’ve been looking for these. I guess I have to try these all until I come to the right fit.
March 8, 2012
And often I find myself standing in the wrong place. Over. And over. And over…
December 8, 2011
As far back as I can remember I was bullied in school. I read science fiction, comic books and poetry. I drew, painted and wrote. I was principled, upbeat and cared about people, animals and nature. I spent many hours exploring the woodlands behind my house in New York. I was also shy, immature and lonely.… [Read more…]
November 29, 2011
Critical people are a bane on my life. A poison to my soul. Am I being critical? Does that make me a hypocrite? I don’t mean pragmatists. You can be a pragmatist and not be critical. I myself am a pragmatist with borderline optimistic tendencies. No. I’m talking about the critics in my life. The negative.… [Read more…]
June 9, 2011
Recently, I started an attempt to renegotiate the reality of my past in order to create a more authentic future. Most of you probably have a history of negotiating successful, open loving relationships in a more traditional mold. I haven’t, and as a result, many of the things others take for granted, I am forced… [Read more…]
May 26, 2011
Yesterday, I was criticized. It wasn’t even constructive. It is not a surprise actually. Everyone has critics in life: people who look and judge and tell you what you do wrong or what you can do better (or how they would do it better). People who respond with a simple “suck it up” or “buck up” or “shut… [Read more…]
May 4, 2011
When I started this little writing project the goal was to give internal pains an external form – a picture, a shape, an image and a few words. It seemed so simple. There should be nothing difficult about expressing these truths. But each time I sit down and start to write I choke and gag.… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
The problem with being an emotional hoarder is that you never throw anything away. Which is after all, the definition of a person who hordes. Pretty soon there isn’t room for anything new because the old is crowding up the place. There isn’t room for new events, memories, people or opportunities. It is just like… [Read more…]
April 24, 2011
Everyone carries something: a wallet, car keys, pictures of children, spouses or their dog. Cell phone, MP3 player, credit cards, a purse and cash. Lipstick, condoms, mouthwash, floss or a toothbrush. Some people carry all of those things. I’m a material minimalist. I carry a clip that holds my driver’s license, insurance card, debit card, library… [Read more…]
December 20, 2009
The first time I came across this poem from Walt Whitman I fell to my knees in agony. It broke my heart because I truly understood the loneliness, the bitterness and the envy.
March 10, 2012
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