I think of exotic as foreign lands, strange animals, and weird customs. But can exotic also mean the difference between your lifestyle and another's? I'm jealous of the people who seem to do more, even if it's only local - more social events, more eating out at different restaurants, going to concerts. Compared to working… Continue reading Exotic Lives.
This is what I did this weekend: I went on a hike on Friday afternoon after work. I read on the back porch. I worked on my writing. I ended up tearing out half of what I wrote, but it felt good to get back into writing. I went on a couple walks around the… Continue reading The Introvert’s Weekend.
I don't ever recall becoming aware of what being gay or lesbian meant. I was a child in the 90's, I don't think it was something people exactly talked about, especially with the AIDS epidemic getting a stronghold back then. I'm not gay, so being aware of it all or even knowing what it meant… Continue reading The one about the gay community.
I saw a group of mentally disabled people today. (Is mentally disabled politically correct these days? I have no idea.) Don't get me wrong, I've seen a lot of different kinds of mental disorders in my semi-short life, but these people had the kinds of illnesses that you would see on horror shows like American… Continue reading Assimilation.
To be honest, I hate talking about politics. Period. There is only the rare occasion when I feel it necessary to speak up about something, but only when I feel so strongly about something that I don't mind being attacked or having an argument about it. And that's the reason why I don't discuss politics… Continue reading To Be Honest About Politics