Somewhere it's said that humans will always want more when the best thing we can do is be content. I believe that it is a dangerous saying that makes us our deepest longings seem like nothing worth enough to really address. So are you telling me that I must stuff these yearnings away because it… Continue reading I Want Too Much From This Life, God, and More.
My body seems to know when I need to be somewhere at a certain time. Because last night mom texted me and said she would drive up from San Jose to meet me for breakfast in Daly City, where I now live to be close to work, and I woke up at 7 am sharp… Continue reading Mother Came to Visit and I Realized Maybe I was Lonely
People talk and think too much before doing, she thought, looking at the bound books before her and guessing how many more could have been written should people have had more courage and talked less.
When you remember ice skating, you'll remember skating with someone you loved on your birthday at the Staple Center in Los Angeles if that's what you had happened to do. And it will hurt to remember this if he ended up abusing and throwing away your heart a year or so later. It doesn't go… Continue reading Replace a Sad Memory with a Good One
When I met a girl who recently broke up with her Google-employee ex-fiancee and was to share a San Francisco apartment with me in a nice part of the Panhandle because he kicked her out, I could only look at her, feel pity, and reinforce why I hope to never fall in love again. I… Continue reading ‘The Cost of Knowing Too Much’ or ‘the Pitiful Girl I Met Who Couldn’t Live Without a Man’
This morning of the 25th, I wake up with a slight cringe and feel that hollow in my chest again. Like an automaton, I pick up my iPhone and scroll through vapid posts of gel nails and Jimmy Fallon talk show memes the same way one would pop a pill. Sufficiently distracted from whatever inner… Continue reading A Cool Towel on Christmas Morning