What has become apparent in therapy is that a lot of this dissonance I talk about in my blog, or this doublemindedness about myself in terms of hating and worshipping myself, comes from some childhood trauma. And I hate to use the word trauma because that refers to real things. That refers to sexual assault,…

Continuing on with my hopefulness arc. The title of this post is a famous line from a show called FLCL, pronounced Fooly Cooly in English. It’s an old anime I remember watching on Adult Swim as a kid – it had a pretty good English dub and was that right blend of wacky, violent, horny,…

It has now been one year that Jane and I have been broken up. Last year, on Friday, April 19, 2024, I went on a little field trip for class. It was a daytrip with three of my classmates to Jacksonville State University – we were in a class called Campus Ecology, which was about…

Nostalgia is often heralded as a good thing nowadays. Perhaps good isn’t the right word. Comfortable? Comparative? I don’t know how to phrase it, but nostalgia feels like this kind of infection that people have. The judgmental fuck I am, I see it in others as this return to times of safety and comfort and…