#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
Happy anniversary, lover.
Happy anniversary, liar.
I am feeling rather stretched out…the result of a really good (and hectic) year I guess. But true to my somewhat OCD nature (aptly observed by him), I want to end it on a perfect note. So here’s an account of the things that made this year so much fun….
This occurred to me when I was talking to a friend this week about breaking up. There is so much of literature available on love – how to find it, how to handle it, how to make it happen, how to make it last. But what about the sometimes inevitable…
This month I’ve encountered jealousy, anger, self-doubt, regret, worry & desire. It’s been a month of big feelings. And every time something I call discomfort, rises. I’ve been squirming & grimacing like there was something in my innards that didn’t sit well. It’s called shame. Never mind why I’ve found…
Β The horrid thing about the world is that you’re constantly being made to be someone other than yourself. The nice thing about life is that you invariably, can’t help being yourself. Ah, but the agony of existence!
I set up this blog with posts that were supposed to be serious observations on gender equations and stereotypes. I seem to have gotten side-tracked into frivolous male-bashing and women’s magazine-style posts. I’m glad these have been entertaining to those of you who’ve read so far, but I’m afraid I’m…
Flirting feels like a massive party I haven’t been invited to. A concert that’s playing all around me & everyone’s vibing to it, except me. I can’t hear it, I can’t see it. I can pick up when people are attracted to me but that’s from years of being the…
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