an existentialist kid trapped in an adult's body
This post is intended for any student of mine that tries to find me online. Giselle is a human. Giselle is also a high school teacher. In my 38 years I've learned a few things. Let me give you a little advice... This world is going to kick your ass. So be ready. Build up... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I have been energized by people. Big groups, parties, and by God you should see me at weddings! I am like a headless chook (chicken for non-Aussies) when surrounded by a crowd. The urge to be a part of, interact with, and essentially feed off the energy people... Continue Reading →
In high school I was emo. In uni I was punk. In my twenties I was a hippie with a foul mouth. In my thirties, a fucking pirate. They say things get better with age, and in this story, I guess it's true. But nothing lasts forever, so here's a little tribute. I won't start... Continue Reading →
Today marks 35 years of my life and I'm taking a moment to reflect on it all. Please take the following with a grain of salt, as I'm still figuring things out. But, with age I have grown in audacity. So fuck it, here's what I've learned so far... 1- Your family is either batshit... Continue Reading →
Alright, one rice in particular. Basmati, that beautiful son of a bitch. A long, slender-grained aromatic rice, traditionally from the Indian subcontinent. For me, its the old friend I never visit anymore. The one I used to drown in ketchup because my parents never made kid-friendly food. Chicken and rice. Chicken and rice. Chicken and... Continue Reading →
It takes him 3 times longer to tie these shoes. His black leather Doc Martens lace up all the way to his knee. They're well worn and just the perfect amount of dirty. On his head, a black bandana attempts to hide a receding hairline, once a fountain of luscious locks. His pants match his boots... Continue Reading →
I open my Facebook and its full of babies. When did I accept a friend request from a baby? Ah, yes, my friend reproduced. Cool. We're all more or less in our 30s...this shit is National Geographically-David Suzuki normal. So why am I weirded out? Its a little bit crazy that you grow a human... Continue Reading →
Here I am, 31 years old, 5 foot 4 (and a half!) 69 kg (giggity), a professional excuse-maker for avoiding the gym, with her liver the most exercised part of her body... joining arguably the roughest, toughest, most physically demanding sport known to man!
Is it too early to have a mid-life crisis?
Your mind was trained to hold onto things, from simple information like birthdays and common recipes to academic knowledge traditionally retained and ready to activate. We used to be more self sufficient twenty some years ago. We used our brains more twenty odd years ago. We used to remember things better about twenty years ago.
Now we just Google it.
And its got me thinking...are there some negative side-effects to this over-reliance?
When the words just don't come And the blank page stares Ideas frivolous And void of purpose What motivates me now? A promise I made on February 22nd To write every Thursday Without fail So far... Fourteen weeks of success Fourteen weeks with something to say Fourteen weeks is all it took To run my... Continue Reading →
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