Aside from some personal melancholy moments, April is perhaps the most lit month so far. Formal, Spring Fling, general late nights. Things fell in place as summer housing and study habits aligned themselves. Now I gotta buckle down and study for finals…
The close conversation had reached that point where we had run out of superficial, cheery things to say. I wrung my hands as a thought forced itself into speech: I had been afraid that saying it aloud would make a tentative idea more real than it actually was, but I couldn’t help it, it had been haunting me for too long:
“Um, I don’t know,” I began slowly. “I think, more than anything, I want to be in a relationship. I know that’s a lame thing to say…I believe in feminism and independence and all that, but…it’s true.”
I lowered my head and blushed as my friend reassured me, but I couldn’t help but taste the aftertaste of a remark that was not articulated finely enough. Because, in truth, I enjoy being single. I like going to concerts and kissing strangers without worrying about someone back home. I like quiet moments by myself. And I see people constantly holding hands, constantly spending the night in each others’ dorms and I think: I don’t want that. I don’t want all of that, at least not all the time.
But I definitely want something. Continue reading
It was a late college night, and a girl and a boy and I were sitting around a table talking about feelings.
“That’s why I prefer more open guys,” I said to Fiona, shaking my head. “Like, so many guys are emotional clams: you always have to fuckin’ rip them open just to talk.” I aggressively mimed an invisible round oyster in one hand and a knife in the other. “I can’t spend time forcing people to open up. My arm gets tired.” Continue reading
March! I’m glad you’re finished.
For my school newspaper, I was covering a panel about reproductive justice. One of the panelists said something that changed me a little. She said, “One of my priorities is to consistently and unapologetically be proactive on my word. Just because the political climate changes, doesn’t mean that my goals and my values change. Regardless of who’s in power, regardless of who my constituents are. What I need to do as an organizer is to change conditions to make sure that happens. We forget how powerful and impactful people power is.” Continue reading
There was no obliviating fade to black, and then a reemergence of consciousness and light. I had been laying in the diluted dark for hours, listening to him breathe deeply next to me, tiptoeing to the bathroom, until the gradient of day and night pulled itself over the horizon, shifted across his bare apartment, and the birds began to chirp. Continue reading
Recently I’ve been smiling sadly my high school self; I’ve been re-reading some journal entries from her senior year English notebook. Essentially, she was lonely and confused, searching for a sense of identity and starving for companionship. She wrote down dreams of long hugs and soft hand touches. Continue reading
Oh, February, you will go down in history.
Musings on February Continue reading
Unthreaded words, pictures, and tumblr posts about my current #mood.
So, my relationship with writing has been changing.
In case it wasn’t clear before, I used to have serious daydreams about writing short stories and (once I improved enough as a writer) novels for a living. I also had a significant interest in STEM too, of course, but I was worried that a move towards that field would be sacrificing my Dream of being a Writer™; I was worried I would be one of the many sad gray souls that chooses the “safe” option over something risky.
Shit changed in college though. Basically, I realized that I really love Biology. I took BIOL121 and was the only kid I know who considered it her favorite class (despite my lackluster grade!) Something about nerdy shit like cell division and alternative splicing just sets my blood on fire, I’m not joking. I realized that I could enter this field with genuine passion; pursuing Biology no longer felt like a duller “second choice” for me. Continue reading