I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I have a friend who likes to tell me, “It isn’t always about you!” Often times I feel like that phrase needs to be reflected back at him but sometimes he is right. I am making this post ALL ABOUT ME! I think being clumsy is charming. – Probably because I am the clumsiest person…
I feel like my life has become a series of pictures. Instead of memories I have albums. My personality no longer matters… I am now judged on lighting, angle, contrast. If my pictures are interesting I must be interesting. Most of my blog pictures come from Instagram. You can tell so much about a person…
I was watching a movie today where a woman fell into a frozen pond and was fighting for her life to resurface. It was stressful to watch and hit a nerve somehow; I was anxious and felt overwhelmed for a moment. Once the movie was over I sat thinking about how this movie, the particular…
I have had time to reflect on my lastest posts and the comments they inspired. Even though my previous posts were born out of lonely thoughts they ended up sparking conversations in my head that didn’t feel nearly as lonely. I am thankful at this moment for those who took the time to comment. If…
I am having nightmares….they are relentless and terrifying. Is it possible for dreams to destroy the living??? I am worried there is a war that has been waged for my sanity. The dreams themselves I can endure but it is the realizations I come to about myself because of the dreams that worry me. For…
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” by Sylvia Plath This quote keeps running through my head. It was on my mind as I shut my eyes to sleep and on my mind again as I awoke this morning. When I shut my eyes…
I tossed and turned all night last night thinking of this and that. I slept off and on dreaming about this and that. I woke up thinking I needed a nap from all the exhausting this and that. I will apologize now if this is a rambling post, there are bound to be a few…
I went to a funeral today. It has been years since I set foot in a cemetery. There is something about so much earth dotted by man-made stones that unsettles me. Don’t get me wrong, I know they serve a purpose, a place more for the living than for the dead. A place where pain and…
I wasn’t easy to raise. I was oblivious, absent minded, dangerously curious, and constantly getting into things. I hear the stories everytime the family gathers and wonder, “who the heck are they talking about?” My brother likens me to the female Dennis the Menace. I often think my mom must really be Beverly Cleary because the Romona…
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