I am the goddess of essay-writing. I’m in love with words and I’m in love with writing, and if compiling a bad-ass argument is part of the task, I get all excited and passionate as if I’m writing wedding vows, or something. Naturally, my self-esteem was destroyed last week when I scored a C fricken’ minus on this paper I wrote for a course I’m taking.
A lot has happened that I haven’t written about. The reason I have not written is because not only am I busy as hell, but I’m also going through life-changing, eye-opening stuff, and nine times out of ten, I just don’t feel like telling you about my thoughts, feelings, and adventures these days.
The only thing I wanted to share with you is the C fricken’ minus I scored last week, and some other things on my mind.
- The cold, frigid winter on its way, accompanied by the Christmas carols that will fill my-little-heart with delight.
- The twelve pairs of sunglasses I eagerly await as they make their way towards me in a FedEx box.
- The puppets I’m surrounded by, stuffed with a simple thought process and blinded by the purpose of their cookie-cutter existence.
- The cookie-cutter goal I gave up to ever give birth to kids of my own, and the abrupt decision I made to adopt a Russian baby.
- The fact that nothing uncomplicated and ordinary interests me anymore; my undying need to feel corrupted, entangled, and prone to chaos.
- The anniversary of my singleness and the road to happiness, character, depth and education that I’ve been so lucky to multiply, deepen, and refine.
- The loss of words I’m facing as I come to understand people more and more by the day.
- The sharp intuition which leads me to believe I’m heading towards something extraordinary.
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