What have you been working on?
Myself.
Category: Writing
Prompt Answer: Proud
What are you most proud of in your life?
I am proud that I’m still here.
Prompt Answer: Lost
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
I don’t have to contemplate a hypothetical situation here.
When you lose everything…
Just start again.
Prompt Answer: Changed Mind
What’s a topic or issue about which you’ve changed your mind?
Long ass tory time: back in the early to mid aughts, we were pretty housing unstable. That’s a very nice way of saying we were homeless. Like, really bad.
Continue reading “Prompt Answer: Changed Mind”Of Fountain Pens and Fervency
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7 Years on Postmark Wonderland
I forgot that it was the seven year anniversary of my being diagnosed with a mental health problem, specifically bipolar disorder with mania, major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, fibromyalgia, and CPTSD.
Continue reading “Of Fountain Pens and Fervency”Prompt Answer: More Of
What could you do more of?
Sleep. And remember to hit publish before midnight.
Prompt Answer: Favorite Album
What’s your all-time favorite album?
I’d have to say that my favorite album, certainly the one with the most positive memories attached, would be Harry Belafonte Returns to Carnegie Hall. Just… so many good memories.
Prompt Answer: Lesson Learned
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Y’all know that phrase that people regurgitate when things go wrong? It doesn’t seem to matter if it’s a stubbed toe, burned dinner, missed bus, or catastrophic accident. People spit out the “well, everything happens for a reason!” Usually with a well-meaning, gentle smile.
It makes me want to throw things.
Technically, everything does happen for a reason, in the literal sense. That reason is that people make choices of all kinds with or without thought to the potential consequences to themselves or others.
Choice: some guy drove home with a blood alcohol of legally dead. Resulting consequences: my grandmother died and he got a scant eleven years in prison.
Choice: my abusers hurt me. Consequences: I have complex post-traumatic stress disorder and a hatred of bodily fluids.
Choice: I chose to make the best choice for myself and leave Indiana. Consequence: I now live in Wisconsin and am happier than I have maybe ever been.
Everything doesn’t always have a reason beyond chance. Nothing is for certain. But that doesn’t mean that we avoid trying to make better choices when presented the opportunity.
I wish I learned that “everything happens for a reason” is simply someone usually trying to express “I’m sorry this is happening to you, I don’t know why, or how to necessarily help, but I care”.
Prompt Answer: More Informed
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
Honestly? Either better economic systems that are NOT capitalism or actual facts, figures, and statistics on the homeless of America.
Of Unspoken Words and Umbrage
14,691 Days Alive
I am exhausted and overwhelmed and fucking drowning.
Continue reading “Of Unspoken Words and Umbrage”Prompt Answer: Doing This Evening
What are you doing this evening?
I am finishing up cleaning up our lovely dinner of salad and chicken nuggets before hitting the books in my two courses this five week term: biology and college math.
I am low-key terrified because I’ve always been told I am a mathematical moron. I don’t agree, but Indo agree that number flip around on me sometimes (thanks, dyscalculia! Not really. Fucking hell it sucks.)
Prompt Answer: Red Flags
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
The biggest red flag that someone could wave for me is a lack of empathy. That’s it. That’s the heart of it for me. If I have to explain to you that you should care about your planet, fellow humans, or other living creatures, I’m out. If you cannot be a decent human being for the sake of being a decent human being, you have no place in my life.
Prompt Answer: Why Blog?
Why do you blog?
I am going to answer this in typical Theo fashion: in a round about way.
I grew up lonely in a crowd of people who overlooked me so thoroughly, so completely. They never seemed to see me. Instead, they saw how I could be useful to them. It wasn’t until I was older that I realized I came from a household that never truly had a chance in hell to be whole or balanced or not broken.
I am the child of several very complicated people. Flawed, broken, human people who made mistakes and had their small victories. Whether I want to or not, I live on in the wake of their deaths, some of them. For the living, I strive on in hopes of seeing them again soon.
I blog because I am a fantastically flawed human being who strives to leave the world a little better in their wake. I blog so maybe, someday, I won’t be forgotten as soon as I return to dust. I blog to be seen, hear, and see and hear others in turn.
I blog for myself, for you and any other person I can call friend.
L
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