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I had to tell my boss that I am depressed. It took me several minutes of staring at my text conversation with him, laying in bed stomach-down and propped up on my elbows, to decide it was something I had to do. The message was written, erased, and rewritten a few times. Did I really need to tell him all this? If the last several days of my life were anything to go by — not being able to leave my…
I recently had one of my neighbors — a 40-year-old woman with a husband and child — tell me that I seem extremely mature for my nubile young age of 25. My first reaction was flattery. I've been called "mature for my age" practically since I've started walking. I'm not sure if this is a natured or nurtured quality, but I see it as a compliment. Then, (as I am wont to do) I started thinking.…
I have a journal that has five lines per day for every day of the year for five years. It's a nice one. I spent a little bit of cash on it so I would feel some sort of incentive to write in it daily. For the most part, I've actually kept up with it. I keep it at my nightstand or on my desk, and at the end of every day, I write a quick little sentence or two about what I did that day. Now, however,…
My shitty little pots. Bearblog! It's been a minute — and by a minute, I mean about 18 months. Oops. In the spirit of my blog about coming of age and being a lost zillennial, I have a life development that I thought I might share to get me back in the swing of writing. A long-winded preface About one year ago, I began a new job. This was a pretty big deal for me since it wasn't in the journalism…
Why is it that being lonely is often manageable, but when a cure is just out of reach, it becomes so much more unbearable? My life right now feels very devoid of emotion. I wake up, go to work, work frequently into the night, do some chores or hobby activities for a little bit, go to sleep, and do it all over again. I'm so busy that I don't exactly have time to think about too much, and honestly,…
Throughout my life, I have never felt remorse over being born a woman. I, in fact, quite liked being a woman. I enjoy being part of a community of others who — generally — lift one another up. I like the clothes I get to wear, and I am learning to appreciate my soft curves. I like wearing jewelry and makeup and styling my long hair without it being a social faux pas. Until recently, I've loved…
An excerpt from my journal recently: My brain feels like it's at odds with itself. One side is either logical or arrogant and thinks there is a lot to love about me: I don't think I'm particularly unattractive, I think I'm intelligent and well-informed, I try my best to be kind. The other side of my brain is either self-hating or logical: I only think I'm not unattractive because I am vain, I'm at…
I realized recently that I spend a good bit of my free time consuming political news and debate. It doesn't sound really interesting on the surface, but I find the cultures surrounding American government interesting and somewhat entertaining. Now, I consider one of my hobbies to be just "politics." Will I run for office? Fuck no. But I will spend a disproportionate amount of energy following the…
Woof. It's been a minute. I recently been in the midst of a Large Life Transition™, but things are finally beginning to settle down. I've been having to do lots of real adult things — most recently, dealing with an asinine power bill — and it's exhausting, but in a weird way, it makes me feel competent? Idk, that's a thought for another time. Since I moved, I've been looking for estate sales to…
It's that time again. The time I get an email telling me my monthly Bear Blog payment was successful. And remembering I haven't posted in too long. Woof. I honestly have been feeling kind of uninspired lately. I have some big life things coming up, and that's been taking up most of my spoons and brain real estate. Writing for fun isn't easy when you write for a paycheck. But the best way to get…