Tired

Wrong. Everything is wrong.   At least that’s how it feels. And yes, maybe I am being an ungrateful, selfish little brat. I have everything, they would say. According to Maslow, I should be well on my way to self-actualization, now that material and emotional prerequisites have been met. Two parents, siblings, health, education, basic needs, friends…all of them: check. …

This Thing, Youth

I should probably start by saying; I have no idea what I’m doing. Really. I have a habit of starting new things out of rage. Okay, no. Frustration. Yeah, let’s call it frustration. Rage is that ugly thing that makes a woman slash the tires of her 37 year old boyfriend who happens to have a wife, three legitimate kids …

To Want, To Need

She was always doing what she had to do. What they needed her to do. What she was obligated to do. Hers was a life of ‘must’, ‘should’, ‘ought to’, ‘have to’…a life of imperatives. Sometimes she was compelled to believe that she had no will of her own. Maybe there were people like her and these people, through no …

Twenty

The teenage years are behind me as of yesterday, and if ever I had ambivalence dominating my thoughts, this is it. And it’s not only because I recently became privy to the knowledge that adolescence in many people does not end until they are going on 22, and I am desperate not to fall under that category of people. Of …

Of Sex and Heartbreaks

You will set a date to meet approximately twelve times. Because, you know, we’re all busy adults with things (and people) to do and places to be. No, it doesn’t matter that all you do outside boring lectures delivered by wizened, bespectacled men and women with the prefix ‘Dr.’ on their name

The Cupboard

The Cupboard. That’s the term we used to not at all fondly refer to the wooden structure that is a relic from my parent’s wedding once upon a time in 1991. It was aptly named (by yours truly of course, can’t you feel all the creativity I put into it?), I believe, for the term gives it all the pomp …