Living the rest of your life in a natural paradise with your supremely intelligent, cute, and funny alien bestie who knits, loves you, and would die for you
I am a 31 year old man. The word "man" there doesn't always feel right - not because I feel atypical in regards to gender, but because of the maturity that it implies. I think the reasons why will become clearer to readers and to myself as I write here.
I read an interesting piece earlier on the phenomenon of "friendslop". This is a term I'm not overly fond of, but it serves a purpose as there appears to be a somewhat amorphous if commonly agreed sort-of definition. The piece explores how despite appearances, "friendslop" is something that continues to drive a bit of a...
Clown white doesn't come off in one pass. A personal story about how I can never take myself seriously no matter how hard I try. Notes on the history whiteface and Auguste, the clown egg registry, the Indigenous medicine of laughter, the tyranny of irony, and what it costs to never learn how to come down.
The "Years Ago Today" plugin on my blog just reminded me that I linked to GTA V GeoGuesser four years ago. I clicked just for a laugh, oh, maybe I still remember, haha - and I wasn't really prepared what a deep feeling of nostalgia and (I guess?) homesickness this would trigger.A long time ago...
hi friends - today imma be yapping about how i'm doing socially atm because i feel like it's a lot and i don't know where else to yap/vent about it tbh!
it has always been a struggle for me to make friends. ever since i was a young child i've been ostracised, pushed out + bullied by so-called "friends". i never understood what i'd done "wrong" or what was so bad about me that people treated me so badly. i wanted to chat about some of the hardest thing i've found about friendships as a neurodivergent person (who didn't know they were neurodivergent most of their life!)
manifesting away all the bad luck (and shitty people)
fueled by former quiet kid joy
when you feel like everybody's lying to you
After wrapping up my Isaan journey, I discovered (the hard way) that flying out of Korat wasn’t an option. So I hit the road and drove straight to Pattaya — about six hours — which turned out to be the fastest way to get there. The goal was simple: meet my friend Eli again and...
A thought about the difference between an acquaintance and a friend.
*'Come on boy, come down now. It’s time to go. We are getting late!!', Ram hollered at the tree without a pause and walked towards and through the clearing.