I had a decision to make. A big one. The kind of decision that fills you will dread. I can’t remember what it was because that is the arc of all big decisions — they’re so large they eclipse themselves.
The weather was warm, I remember that much. Cars on the street were sparse as if people understood I needed a wide berth; I had things to work out. The season was winter, but this was California, so it was warm. I went out in a T-shirt and shorts.
The present moment chased me down the street, but I was…
In my defense, I was high….
Not on marijuana. On love. When you’re eighteen, they’re practically the same thing.
It all started in second grade. The day I told a friend I had a crush on Chris Fedun from Jump5, a Christian teen pop group. She gasped, bolted for the blacktop, and immediately told another second-grader. They giggled and pointed at me. I was humiliated. I’ll never forget that day.
It was the day I found out liking boys was wrong.
From that point on my childhood was a conglomeration of covert attempts to avoid the spotlight. After all, the…
As with any goal, there is an exact science to achieving “Annoyingly Positive” status. A blueprint laid out for you here, in a step by step guide. In order to achieve this goal, you must closely follow the rules listed below. And quickly decide how you can begin incorporating them into your day-to-day life.
Rules, I might add, that if skipped, can completely interfere with your desired outcome.
Without further ado, here is a 5 step guide to annoying the crap out of your friends and family, becoming unrelatable, and living the inauthentic (but positive!) life of your dreams.**
A rock changed my life.
Six years ago I was in New York City feeling depressed and alone. I happened to look down at my feet, where I saw a rock.
It was an unassuming little thing, cradled among other unassuming rocks. We were on an unassuming street. And it was an unassuming day.
I’m holding the rock now, as I write this. I take it with me when I leave the house, which isn’t often anymore because of the global pandemic. But there was a point when it never left my pocket. …
And What Every Writer Should Expect
One day, in an attempt to block out the world, I retreated to my balcony with my laptop. At the time, I had just finished a string of short stories and, feeling a tad burned out from the world and creativity, decided to give myself a break. A break of “no writing.”
As any writer knows, trying not to write is like trying not to pee after a gallon of Gatorade. It’s all fun and games until it isn’t.
I didn’t set out to write a novel. In fact, I remember thinking “gosh, I…