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Two years later: I got my master's degree, and maybe a job. Life is good. Now to start searching for color again.
Bad Ideas
A man sat down next to me in the park and asked why I was holding a bloody tissue on my foot. I explained; I'd been walking off some frustration when I, overwhelmed and generally pissed off, lashed out and kicked a pine tree.
"Did it help?" Asked the man.
I paused to consider, "A little bit."
"How's the tree?"
"Unimpressed."
He smiled a little, nodded, then reached into his backpack to find a bottle of water. he handed it to me. "For your foot - wash the blood off and it won't look so bad."
He spoke again; "So what's the problem?"
"Huh?"
"The tree, why attack a tree?"
I looked at him from the corner of my eye. He seemed normal. N
Difficult Conversations
angry
sad
busy
unconcerned
apathetic
curious
surprised
surprised ?
Surprised
1) special
2) normal
3) smart
overjoyed
1) relieved
2) hopeful
3) lusty
hurt
1) blameless
2) self righteous
3) frightened
a) lonely
b) freakish
c) weak
delighted
1) forgiving
2) worried
3) lusty (again)
confused
protective
suicidal
angry?
no.
murderous
enraged
1) entitled
2) used
3) ignored
4) vengeful
5) needy
nothing.
happy.
"If you take a situation and you break it down into its component emotions, you'll often find that the surface emotion, the one
Enlightenment
The Process of Falling Asleep: Part I
Look at the ceiling.
Look at the wall.
Get some water.
Turn light on
Try to read.
Toss the book across the room.
Open computer.
Get angry at friends for not being online.
Get more water.
Trip to the bathroom.
Turn off light.
Turn on light.
Turn off light because light was too bright and now eyes are watering.
Sigh.
Watch the minutes change on the alarm clock.
Ponder life.
Cry.
Find tissues.
Rehydrate.
Another trip to the bathroom.
Stare at ceiling.
Stare at wall.
Loose consciousness.
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Two years ago I stood on a frosty balcony facing the ocean. I was trying to rea
The Philodrendron
One dark morning I’m going to wake up and my plant will be gone. Not dead, but just gone. Leading away from the pot, across the wooden desk and white carpet and through the door will be a trail of dirty smears left by the animated roots of a fleeing philodrendron.
It will all come about, you understand, because I’ve been passively responsible for the rapid evolution of this plant. Now nothing can kill it. In the summer it sees 3 seconds of daylight each afternoon when I flash my curtains open to close the window. In the winter temperatures in my room reaches a nightly low of 30°. No light. No heat, and still it grows. Bigger
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