fall semester, junior year, 1997
I sort of wake up.
focusing too much on the things passing by.
March 25, 2017
I enter a bar, order a drink, sit at a corner table facing the wall. It’s more convenient to sit at the bar, but there are people there. Humans. I’m more of a wall-facing sort in places like this.
You can feel out the emotional portrait of an event you were not around to witness solely through the memory pointillism of others.
On Twitter, Anonymous asked, “How did you find a good therapist?”
this is a collection of off-topic material.
A day from 2008:
I wanted to put together a list of Frequently Asked Questions. The problem is that no one really asks me anything. Mostly when people ask things, it’s the same question, usually from depressives who want to know how I survived depression. Since the honest answer is “therapy”, it makes for an abrupt and disappointing back and forth.
That just leaves me with questions I either get infrequently or not at all. Mostly the latter. Anyway, here’s my mostly-fraudulent version of a FAQ post.