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Uncreative Expression
It’s funny to me that I’ll get these little moments of inspiration to write. They’re fleeting, and when I all of a sudden remember that I have a blog, I run (not walk, as my cringey generation puts it), to my laptop. What’s even funnier is that this is one of my favorite things to…
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An age of preference
Nothing brings me to my knees like a easy decision. It’s starts small: Friday or Saturday? Then, it escalates. You need to choose a restaurant, or a neighborhood for the restaurant. The night of —boots? No, too hot, and you opt for your commuter shoes that you promised yourself you would only use for commuting.…
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The Market Cap on Happiness
Existing always seems to be a constant contradiction of wants and needs. There’s a popular phrase in Russian that roughly translates to, “Good things in small doses.” My mother would say it like a proverb when I was a child, instilling the philosophy that I was never allowed to have too much happiness. “You’ve already…
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Like the sign says
All good things must come to an end, but maybe this one could last a bit longer? I’m back for an unscheduled and unanticipated update on my life and its latest philosophies. There isn’t much point in writing these but they make me feel good and it’s been like four years going now so why…
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A Baby Adult Takes Her First Steps
Is it too early to start reminiscing the good ole college days? Sometimes, people ask me what I blog about. I’m not really sure what to answer, other than “life,” aka certain themes I encounter from time to time and decide to capture on metaphorical paper. The current theme is not very poetic, but it’s…
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New town, old people
Thirty minutes away from a high-school wet dream. If you’re from Florida, you’ve probably wanted to leave Florida at some point. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a hot place, but for most people under the age of 70, America’s armpit doesn’t feel like a forever home. Instead of changing winter tires, we’re changing three shirts…
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The pursuit of what exactly?
I am a homebody. Even after the past year or two or a half (I’ve lost track), I still opt-in to staying in when the night’s a bit too cold or my lower back starts feeling the effects of banana-backing all day. Yet, I rarely get a chance to be a homebody. Somehow, I always…
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Moving on, up and away
What does moving on look like? Well, for starters, it’s probably not blogging about your ex. I promised I wouldn’t write about him. But look, it’s not my fault that writing is the only way for me to express coherent thought. I’m three months post-breakup from a 10-month relationship. Now, I’m no mathematician, but I…