I suppose that I should accept the adult things I'm starting to have to do in my life. Adulthood always seemed to far away and distant, and I didn't mind that. And then one day it was suddenly tapping me on the shoulder, and I ran like the wind. Still am, I think. But in… Continue reading Adult?
Yesterday morning I woke up 25. Amid the shit-storm that has rained down on me in the past week, I am not surprised that upon waking I managed to get half way through the day without realizing that it was my birthday. The realization finally hit as I wrote the date next to my signature… Continue reading I Woke Up 25
Just last week I woke up and discovered quite to my dismay that I'm an adult. Another discovery came swiftly on the tail of the first: I'm bad at adulting. I barely even noticed the difference when it happened. One day I was in university trying to overcome my natural tendency toward procrastination, and the… Continue reading Adulting
Despite being somewhat of a pessimist at heart, I have always been one to believe that people are inherently and intrinsically good, and that evils happen despite that. In my gloomier teenage years I may have said otherwise, but that was just because nobody showed up for my pity party. People are good at their… Continue reading I am not a carpet.