The last place I expected to be hit on was a poster session. I mean, it’s a conference where people bring three-foot long glossy posters and explain their research to passerby. Which was exactly what I was doing: giving elevator pitches to all that dared make eye contact with me. It was a Thursday afternoon, … Continue reading Waffleboi
For anyone who’s wanted the world to themselves I think everyone should get to have an afternoon where everyone else vanishes and they have the world to themselves. Because right now, I’m craving an October afternoon where the campus is dead silent, and purple-grey clouds break for haloed sunlight and outline the trees’ bare branches, … Continue reading Little City Steeped in Silence
You are a lobster in a pot full of cool tap water. The question is: Is the water still cold? Because you’re still the lobster. And you’re still in that cookware, we know this much is true. But has anyone ignited the gas below? Has the flame started licking the bottom of the pot? I … Continue reading I’m a lobster and so are you
I’m writing this blog post at my internship. I’m probably not supposed to, but I’ve decided to take a lunch break and write anyways, because the more time there is in between posts, the more anxiety I have. Also, I’m bored and there’s really no work for me to do. But I signed a contract … Continue reading A day in the life of an abandoned ping-pong ball
One day at recess when I was in the third grade, a girl named Sydney materialized in front of me, yelled, “Think fast!” and promptly launched a soccer ball at my face and succeeded in hitting all of it. My equally unpopular friend Andy as my witness, this happened. Coincidentally, I have been hit dead … Continue reading Why I’m afraid of the gym: A string of horror stories
As I was getting ready for bed today, I glanced at my laptop. It was sitting on top of my comforter, resting against my pillows, looking lightweight and unassuming. Innocent, even. Shiny from my cleaning binge yesterday when I scrubbed all of its corners and keys and crevices with rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. … Continue reading We’re all gonna write tomorrow
I have to adult for two whole months this summer: I’ve (sort of unwittingly) acquired a full-time internship. I’m really excited; it means I get to perform undergraduate research concerning the social aspects of schizophrenia-spectrum disorders (a mouthful, I know). I’m also taking a (boring) online class, and working on a separate project for the … Continue reading Minimalism of the Mind
I have a theory that the most judgmental people in this world are the ones that blab on and on about spreading happiness and positivity. While there might actually be some genuine ones, I think most of those people are stuffed full of themselves. I mean, positivity has a time and a place, but it’s … Continue reading I’ve about had it with positivity.
On the day I realized my life was a political statement, I was sitting in the dermatologist's office, a small, white-walled exam room covered in pamphlets featuring beautiful women with clear skin. I'd sat on the same exam table a thousand times before; it's something I've been forced to do since acne colonized my face … Continue reading This is about what the doctor said next
Here's a little blurb I wrote about the above question regarding my fundamental lack of a relationship. Nothing like a little feminism at 10:30 on a Saturday night. Enjoy. I know very little about boys. I have what one might call a track record of being single. It’s whatever. I spend a lot of time … Continue reading RE: How are you still single?