I’ve always considered myself a rather empathetic person. I’m a good reader of other people’s emotional states. I’m quick to imagine what it’s like to be in someone else’s shoes. I literally cry during every Queer Eye episode. etc.

Ok. I’m going to be real with you right now and I’m well aware that it will not make me look good. But there is a part of me that quite enjoys seeing celebrities fail. Whether it’s marriage breakdowns or public scandals, their creative projects bombing on a grand scale or them simply getting dragged for being socially unaware and generally tone-deaf to the current cultural climate.

I don’t like meditating. Thinking a lot about everything is possibly my favourite pastime and so when someone says I should meditate it’s kind of like saying to someone who loves to crochet “Don’t crochet. Find time in your day to specifically not crochet.”

29 Things I Am Still Learning

May 19, 2019  |  psychology  |  13 Comments  | 

(Definitely not an exhaustive list.) 1. People are not thinking about you, they’re thinking about themselves.  2. You don’t always know what it is that will make you happy, and that’s ok. 3. Enjoying the simple things doesn’t make you boring. 4. People who love you don’t love you for what you might be or what you were, but rather for what you are. 5. What feels the strongest is not necessarily the most true (nicked this one off Brianna Wiest) 6. The… Read more »

The first time I discovered that my breath might be key to managing my anxiety, I was really fucking mad. Breathing? Seriously? I do that already. All the time. Automatically in fact. The idea that something so basic and constant could provide relief for a condition I considered so volatile and overwhelming was almost…insulting. Don’t you think I would’ve worked that out on my own by now? And yet, there I was. Fritzin’ out my mind. Uneasy about nothing & everything all at… Read more »

Welcome to the fun house

May 17, 2019  |  psychology  |  11 Comments  | 

We only ever see ourselves, reflected. Through cut glass, charged between lenses, in pixels, by the harbour of a still pool. Our reflections exist in the eyes of others, in the minds and hands and hearts of others. In what we make, in what we build, in what we create. A We can never stand across from ourselves, face to face, in raw flesh, fully flawed & pigmented – and be real. I’m no master observer to point this out. The reflections metaphor… Read more »