I’m a worrywart. Not anxious so much as just very aware of my surroundings—and I’ve seen too many people spill their drinks. A long time ago, I developed this habit of sneakily handling things. I’ll subtly move objects away from the edge, adjust plugs so that they can’t short out, and quietly circumvent stuff that might cause people to get mad at each other.
As many times ranted, I know my way around chaos, and I know how it seems to work, so, if not me, then who else is going to do subtle acts to keep that chaos from hurting people, from ruining days?
But that doesn’t mean I don’t mess up in other ways. Continue reading
Poem, poem, on this screen,
What do you even mean?
What is the point of you? Continue reading
I walk around my neighborhood, yes, and I’ve talked about that—but I don’t think I’ve mentioned how many friends I made doing that. I’m known, now, and people stop to talk to me—they learned my name, they ask how I’m doing. It’s wonderful, and, as an ode to them, and to people all over, let me take a few paragraphs to thank anyone, and everyone, who is kind, who is nice, who stops to properly ask how someone is truly doing. Continue reading
I give myself,
To write this poem,
And it’s not going well, Continue reading
Where you are?
You are here. Continue reading
Forgot to put,
The phone on the hook,
Or rather the charger, Continue reading
I write, work, and run to the tune of music. It’s one of the few things that keeps my mind sharp. It helps spurn me forward. But, I can’t just listen to any song, I’m quite picky.
Thus, The Playlist. A list of songs that’s been curated over literal years, and basically the only thing I listen to anymore. A song may be so lucky as to be added to it every month or so.
And boy is it eclectic. Continue reading
In one swoop,
They fell into the goo,
And now they have,
Superpowers. Continue reading
On this day,
When things got—
And there appears to be no solution,
I wrote this for then, Continue reading
One finger on the pulse,
Another on the nerve,
No body parts here,
But the pulse of the world served,
Multi-tasking across brainwaves,
Clicking motions paired with saves, Continue reading
So, you all know by now that I have an absurd and messed up sleep pattern, right? Well, it’s somehow gotten worse; I am still figuring out how to fix it.
Here’s the basic issue: I run my own business, and, thus, I must do lots of stuff every day to make sure everything runs smoothly, sometimes quite a bit in a single day. And, often, I cannot go to bed until a set number of things are done. Continue reading
And here we go,
Wonderful show. Continue reading
If I had to state a goal about adventures, it would be to end up in the strangest of places. I like, nay, love, ending up in locations or scenarios that are absurd and strange. I’m pretty sure I arrange them to happen subconsciously.
When I was younger, I decided I never wanted a normal schedule or to be hit by too thick a routine. This was partly because of my contrarian and chaotic personal nature—but it also was so my schedule is free enough for adventures. To go off and try things. To stay up late.
And to help others when they need it. Continue reading
This little one,
Has her fun,
Running around and along,
In this house. Continue reading
Yes, I do stay awake until 5 A.M. or 6 A.M. on the regular and find the shadows of the early morning look weird, but I am not a vampire. Yeah, I’m always complaining that it’s too hot outside, and tend to see a lot better in the dark than most people I know, but I am not a vampire.
Okay, yes, I have, on occasion, mentioned the odd (probably placebic) feeling that my teeth are both bigger and sharper in my mouth when I get hungry, and will regularly eat straight up meat in huge quantities until the sensation stops.
But I am not a vampire. Continue reading