There’s those of us on the introverted side, who tend to be more sensitive and agreeable, and who have a tough time adapting to the aggressive entrepreneurial commandments of our age. And unless we figure out how to turn our sensitivities into some kind of a product, we’re made to feel pretty darn useless, if not straight out depressed...
The curse of poisoning oneself with endless amounts of self-produced venom is something that seems overwhelmingly common, and yet we hardly ever allow ourselves to draw it into the spotlight. Instead, we turn on the autopilot and continue to let torment run rampant…
All these commandments aren’t abstract ideals, they’re brute, clear-cut instructions. Success is defined in simple metrics - you’ve got to do better today than you did yesterday, and everything you do should be carefully measured.
The gravitational pull between supplements and hypochondriacs gives other cosmic powers a serious run for their money...
I hate the person BDD has made me. I hate all the ways it has held me back in life. I hate the way I’ve changed who I am in order to try and please others.
… The Fact that the World Insists You Shouldn't, Isn't.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking, you’re not 80 years old, so you’re most definitely not going to go for a fucking walk, besides, you’ve got things to do, people to see, shows to watch, kids to raise, partners to satisfy and litter boxes to clean.
It looks exactly how you’d think it would look; a decrepit little shack sitting in the middle of an abandoned theme park, with nothing but eerie silence...
I usually find humor in things other people consider awkward, dark or straight up taboo....
My mind is a battlefield. It’s a battlefield between calm and fury, tension and relaxation, self-love and vicious criticism...
This quick self-sabotaging operation afforded me a handy excuse to stay passive.
The summer of 2015 was one of the happiest periods of my life. After a decade of fruitless daydreaming, I managed to muster all of my strength, and finally move to Germany.
We’re sitting behind a small wooden table, drinking cheap wine. Summer has just begun and the red in the sky is giving way to a pleasant shade of purple.
I understand the benefits of having a phone, now more than ever. In the past couple of months my phone allowed me to stay in touch with family and friends all around the world, it allowed me to continue....
The big ol’ matrix urging us to constantly be active has suddenly shapeshifted into mandatory lockdowns, quarantines and curfews.
Given the fact that we are in the midst of a once-in-a-hundred-years apocalyptic plague, I should be stumbling from one debilitating panic attack to the next. But oddly enough, I’m not.
