This, like so many things, is about a boy that I loved but that didn’t love me. And I thought that maybe if I put what I wanted out into the universe, he would love me like this, law of attraction style.
Happiness: a word that carries an immense amount of weight. It is more than just a feeling; it is a state of being that we all search for as humans. Happiness is one of the most important things in our lives. We toil, we grow, and we search for happiness.
Heroes are something that is important to me. I also enjoy music. Music does not have to be understood to be good. It does not even have to be in your language to understand it. It can still get its point across be it if the song is in English or in this case Japanese.
Strolling down the street towards work and you see two people standing in the parking lot with a smoke cloud beginning to build and billow around them. You don’t have to walk by them but you can smell a pungent odor wafting your way.
Writer’s block fucking sucks, and that is an understatement. There is nothing more stressing for a writer than not knowing what to write, being unable to transmit what is in your head to the paper in front of you, especially when the thought is as simple an idea as tying your shoes.
The party was loud and we were being obnoxious as ever. My friends trying to impress one another with their talents; their ideas, while I sat out in the stairwell having an existential crisis. I was being reckless.
The first interaction is crucial. If you approach a table and begin with, “How are you folks doing tonight, my name...” and immediately get cut off by a “What do you have on draft?”, the rest of the night with that table isn’t going to be great. In this job, you have to hover and wait for the perfect moment to interrupt the table conversation.
You sure spend a lot of time thinking about how much I hurt you in the past. Why won’t you think about me now? I know I’ve caused you so much pain in the past, and I hate every part of it just as much as you do.
Close your eyes and count to ten. Now, open them and look around. What do you see? I remember seeing nothing. Nothing important, nothing meaningful. For hours on end, I remember sitting on my bed, slowly drowning in my thoughts.
Last year my mother had an acute Crohn's attack. She was diagnosed with Crohn's disease in 1985. Crohn’s disease is a form of inflammatory bowel disease that causes severe inflammation of the lining of the digestive tract. It can be both painful and debilitating, and can lead to life-threatening complications.
“Fuck off” he said. I was in the parking lot, outside of the hospital, just feeling all this time, I knew I wouldn’t keep him long. But why did it have to end like this? Was it really over though? He came to her funeral, said his well wishes.
It isn't always stated that good writing is not solely based on a good or extensive vocabulary, but is also based on how that vocabulary is linked together. This is better known as word choice. Proper word choice allows for a better flow.
My dear friend, I miss you. Did you know that? Your laughing eyes that watched me so warmly, the way they would crinkle at the edges when you’d smile at me. All teeth and charm and sweet amusement. I've never seen eyes so blue, like a piece of sea glass I had found once.
Orange and black themed displays take over stores. Candy screams at shoppers from every shelf. Witches, black cats, and harvest moons take their places on greeting cards. On the 31st of October, ghosts and goblins roam the town carving jack-o-lanterns to light their way. They knock on doors and demand a treat, then quickly scamper away.
You thank your lucky stars that you didn’t have to walk here, and only have to walk back. The building you exit stands partially up a hill, at the part of the hill where it turns. Going up further, the hill is steadily steeper, eventually spitting you out somewhere near a Catholic high school and a bridge that looks like the big fancy one in Boston.
I have no idea what I am doing after college. I obviously want to find a job, but that could take forever given this job market! I always stutter and sound like an idiot when people ask me what I’m doing with my life. How do I answer questions I find pointless to answer?
Crossing the fine line between teasing and bullying is not difficult. However, today with the multitude of anti-bullying, violence and cyber bullying campaigns it’s very difficult to distinguish between teasing and bullying. The big question is, are counselors, teachers, and parents overemphasizing bullying, and if so is this making today’s children oversensitive?
Everyone who has ever worked with the public dreads this question. Usually it’s a difficult customer that you knew was going to be trouble the minute they walked in the door. Having worked in retail for four years, I’ve seen my fair share of unhappy customers.