Diagnostic criteria for 301.83 Borderline Personality Disorder, a journal entry
maybe things are getting better. maybe i am having fun.
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Category: Essays
Here Is A Thought: Maybe I Am Not That Interesting
I understand that it may seem a bit odd to say this, considering that I am about to spend the next 500-800 words navel-gazing — but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about accepting the heretofore unacceptable idea that maybe I’m not that interesting. What I mean to say is this: there are a lot of discussions about how we shouldn’t hold ourselves to the … Continue reading Here Is A Thought: Maybe I Am Not That Interesting
nobody’s answering me, i just wanted to ask you something: a collection of borderline thoughts
A Fragile Sanctuary: England’s ‘Legal’ Red Light District
Advocates hoped establishing the safe area would offer sex workers at least some measure of sanctuary. Continue reading A Fragile Sanctuary: England’s ‘Legal’ Red Light District
Introducing: Kiskadee
Toru stayed with me a few days. Because affection breeds a desire to possess. I googled what they might like to eat. Continue reading Introducing: Kiskadee
Kyoto and the Ultrasonic Bat Detector
There are thresholds between realities as they are lived. That’s where Yanagisawa plants himself and listens. Continue reading Kyoto and the Ultrasonic Bat Detector
How Do I Know That I Know Anything At All?
The concern that I know nothing whatsoever. Continue reading How Do I Know That I Know Anything At All?
A Testing Station For The End Of The World
How does the new breed of misogynists compare to their turn of the century predecessors? Continue reading A Testing Station For The End Of The World
Is Forced Optimism Still Optimism?
Looking on the bright side of a situation may be a balm, but is it really optimism if you have to force yourself to find it? Or is optimism more scientific, like serotonin? Continue reading Is Forced Optimism Still Optimism?
Dissolution in the Dorm
Cesca Janece Waterfield One year later, I am accepted into a small private college in North Carolina and the first essay I write as a freshman is titled, “The Shared Characteristics of Violence and Grace.” My composition professor is a man of stocky elegance with a Chapel Hill Ph.D. and instant recall of Jim Morrison’s poetry. He begins to dispense students to my dorm room … Continue reading Dissolution in the Dorm
