6.11.2018

click on this



Ya know, most blogs have some kind of variation of this--and yes, blogs are all alike, but they are all alike in different ways (YEAH TOLSTOY!).

And unlike most other blogs, my link list does not fall on the weekend, but on a Monday. The perfect way to start your week, yo!

click on these (or don't, I'm not the boss of you)

1. Listen to radio waves in space--from the 80s (this only works on a desktop computer)

2. Guys, I've given up true crime podcasts (for my health). BUT there are some really good ones that have taken their place. This one is about boss women who didn't get a jumpstart on their real careers until later in life--their "second life." This one, about ISIS, is crazy good. Heavy on the crazy.

3. My new favorite blog. Her instagram is straight eye candy.

4. I feel validated.

5. The most beautiful sunset paintings I've ever seen.

6. The cutest story about the late Anthony Bourdain and an 88-year-old food critic named Marilyn Hagerty.

7. This is where I get my desktop/phone wallpaper.

8. These simple drawings make me laugh real hard ("only BAD SEEDS play with matches and do fireworks." brb cryin)

9. This movie review is old, but it is still my favorite.

10. a poem about birthdays (Houston's birthday is next Tuesday)

6.07.2018

broken flowers

Last night I discovered a dumpster in the cemetery, overflowing with the dying flowers from Memorial Day:


I think it means something, but maybe that something is different depending on who you are (hashtag LIFE).

To me, it was a little heavy. Two weeks ago an old friend of mine took her own life--and this is not the first time I've lost a friend to suicide. A famous fashion designer committed suicide a few days ago, and everyone was shocked. Seems like it's always that--confusion, wondering how you could have missed someone being that sad and why didn't you do more, the inevitable guilt, and then the weird one--anger. A couple of weeks ago I learned that I have the hardest time feeling and expressing this emotion. It translates to me being low-energy, because all of that "fight or flight" energy just gets stuck with nowhere to go, and then, yeah...tired. Naps. Sad naps. Shower naps.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you should never feel ashamed or guilty for feeling something. An emotion just is. Let yourself feel it. And I really hate being angry--it means someone hurt me, I let them hurt me, or  they betrayed my trust or made me feel small or confused. But if I let it sit inside me, I end up feeling worse, always.

My therapist is a big proponent of throwing rocks--big ones. Or you could try hitting something (not a person)--a punching bag or a pillow or a ball. Seven years ago when I found out my friend had killed herself, I got on my bike and started riding away. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to do something. And I also wanted to cry without being seen.

Yes, bad things are going to happen to the ones we love. We can't prevent that, not really. But I think life would be better if we enjoyed all the time we had with them while they were here. If you ever feel alone or misunderstood or depressed, please reach out to someone. Even if you think nobody cares about you, I bet you there's at least one person who does. There's at least one person who will be sad to find out you're gone.

And if you don't have someone, you can talk to me.

a poem:



The Night Where You No Longer Live

BY MEGHAN O'ROURKE
Was it like lifting a veil
And was the grass treacherous, the green grass

Did you think of your own mother

Was it like a virus
Did the software flicker

And was this the beginning
Was it like that

Was there gas station food

and was it a long trip

And is there sun there
or drones
or punishment
or growth

Was it a blackout

And did you still create me
And what was I like on the first day of my life

Were we two from the start
And was our time an entrance
or an ending

Did we stand in the heated room
Did we look at the painting

Did the snow appear cold
Were our feet red with it, with the wet snow

And then what were our names
Did you love me or did I misunderstand

Is it terrible

Do you intend to come back

Do you hear the world’s keening

Will you stay the night
Source: Poetry (November 2015)