The other day I saw a wonderfully fitting comics, which I can’t be bothered locating again, so I’ll retell it without pictures: Getting the first tattoo: Oh, it must be something deep and meaningful! Next tattoos: A unicorn? Sure, I like unicorns! (I don’t personally like unicorns, as you might remember from my old blog
I’m, so far, a depression survivor. It’s a mixture of depressing and hilarious. I’ve started to collect the weirdest, dumbest and most illogical things people tell me when I mention that I have depression. I usually mention it as a disclaimer—and for comic relief because depressed people tend to love black humour. It somehow fits
People swarm and swell And form a dumb mass Of bodies to fill the train Their vital signs are sound Except—they are dead And there are too many of them In this hell hole of a train Don’t they have somewhere else To be—or un-be—these undead? Like, I don’t know— Home, for instance? I’m open
Elbow to elbow | Thigh to thigh The guy on a packed bus | Sitting next to me No | On top of me He’s in my personal space | I’m in his Hardly humans, more pigs | In slaughterhouse no. five Thrown together by chance | Forced to intimacy With strangers | We are
I was on community service this week. I call it community service but it’s in fact a chore wheel where the six flats in the tenement take turns in cleaning the common areas. I hate doing it more than I reasonably should. There’s no logic in my thinking, still, I can’t help telling myself, as
Some time ago, when I was in the supermarket, I noticed there were Christmas sweets conspicuously blocking the centre of the main aisle. I thought it strange, wondering if that was last year’s stock that they forgot to put down. Then, as I was leaving the place, I overheard some people discussing the C-word. Christmas.
Yesterday I was at a career fair. I didn’t go looking for a career, I’m currently looking for a will to live, and I don’t want to be looking for too many things at once. I was actually hired to help hopeful job hunters with their CVs. Everyone needs help with their CV because no
My late grandmother used to have a lot of sayings which I didn’t think particularly clever or relevant. As I’m getting old myself, surprise, surprise, I’m getting my grandmother more. A shame I can’t tell her. (Now I almost sniffed, which is ridiculous because I didn’t love my grandmother that much at all. Feel free