Monthly Archives: January 2009

And Now It's Still Six O'Clock But I Feel Like Writing These Things Down, Letting Them Go.

I woke up to the humid breathing of my little brother, darkness discoloring the hard wood floors. I fished my watch from under my pillow, sleepily cupped my hands around it, seeking numbers. Five. Five? Well, that was a first. My father was gone, like aways. He is the quintessential early riser, leaving his side [...]

Pfft. Mondays.

  Most loners are able to act “normally” in a social setting. However, the strain of being in a situation which is uncomfortable may leave some mentally and emotionally exhausted. They may have to retreat for a significant amount of time before being able to do so again. The typical loner exhibits more of the [...]

High School Girls Are Too Complicated.

Dear girl who hides her face in her long, burgundy-colored hair because she’s so insecure, Why this obsession with the opposite gender, ladies? You’re what, fourteen?And you don’t have a boyfriend? Forgive me for not being more understanding, but don’t you think crying is a bit excessive? No? Okay, okay, don’t glare at me like [...]

You Will Not Outlast Me.

When the dentist suddenly picked up that three-pronged, sharpish, scythe look-alike, I’ll admit to have been just a bit scared. But other than that? Getting braces wasn’t that difficult. The dentist was the kind of woman I’d love to have as a grandmother and, despite her rather spasm-inducing choice of profession and her Hannibal-worthy weapons [...]

On Cliques, Or, I Read Too Much Of The Scientific Method In The Third Grade. And Not Enough Edgar Allen Poe.

In the third grade it became very clear to me that high schoolers were completely insane. I’d walk down the hallways, books pressed to my chest, sticking close to the lockers, watching. How could there be so many of them? And all so different? But not in the good way, not in the way I [...]

Why I'll Never Vist A Shrink Even If I Really Am Mentally Screwed, Or, Anger.

Of the Seven Deadly Sins, anger is possibly the most fun. To lick your wounds, to smack your lips over grievances long past, to roll over your tongue the prospect of bitter confrontations still to come, to savor to the last toothsome morsel both the pain you are given and the pain you are giving [...]

I Do Not Particularly Enjoy Your Company – And So I Will Send You This Letter.

Dear girl who (inexplicably) sat next to me at the youth convention, I very well know that the only reason you ventured by me was because your BFF had sat with someone else, and the only other seat available was next to Doug, the aggressive, fake pseudo-intellectual who pretends to be uber-smart and anti-establishment so [...]

I Was A Disturbed Nine-Year-Old, Or, Why I Fall Asleep During Anti-Drug Sessions.

As a little girl, sometimes I sniffed silverware, when I thought no one was looking. I bit my nails, chewed on my hair, was fascinated with the opening and closing of doors, the death scene in Titanic. I wrote snippets of sentences, strange words in small notebooks tucked into my desk (i wait for/the day/lightening [...]