Friends
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
Friends used to be people I could talk to. Now I hang the tag of FRIEND on anyone who lets me be silent.
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
It struck me last night, when I was sitting on the floor of a slight friend’s house, talking to another friend when she asked me, “So how are you doing?“ Then she looked at me straight in the eye and pointed to her own heart. I stared back, a fraction…
Movies are a complicated business these days. There is the hysteria of the Fridaygoer who will all but maim in a bid to get to the box office first and then spend most of the movie updating his Facebook status from his phone. Then there’s the desperate reek of a…
An Ex has an uncanny way of showing up when you’re least prepared. Often with a new human appendage designed to hit you worse. It’s Diabolus Ex Machina.
I share an office cubicle with two colleagues. Are all men so untidy??? Arrrggghhh…I have about three seizures a week and one major case of heartburn once a fortnight. Put it all down to the ‘let’s call it creative’ habits of my cube-ies (cubbies? Sure, we do occupy a cubby-hole…
To marry or not to marry, that is the question. My pros & cons list.
@ Rambler: 🙂 Yes, I do know what you mean.
Friends to me was just the sitcom for a long time, then few people changed that, now its more like people whom I need not speak to, to communicate, If you know what I mean
@ Supremus: 🙂 Glad you finally made it. And yes, I’m a creature of many moods, though this was more escapism than cynicism.
Came here through blogspot – no wonder my readers were not showing up your posts!! Domain is the way to go! Great theme btw.
And yeah, mmh, felt like a very cynical feeling hehe!