It rings in my ears, the words “why are you showing me this?” Already insecure that my past The dimly-lit corners of my self would be an obstacle to being loved, “Why are you showing me this?” made me want to hide away, Good God, hide away and forget I ever let the light shine … Continue reading
This past week, I attended a screening of the film Florence Foster Jenkins, followed by a Q&A with actors Meryl Streep, Hugh Grant, and Simon Helberg. Meryl Streep said in the conversation between them, the film is really about someone who you’re never sure whether you should be laughing at, even when she’s being absurd, because … Continue reading
As I sit sipping black, sweet coffee, The sun pouring into my room A weight is on my shoulders, though I am not called to duty My heavy heart echoes upward to my mind, though no one is asking anything of me. The gravel in my throat and fire dimmed in my belly are much … Continue reading
![[Life Without Facebook] Things I did this week.](https://kaitlinsansoucie.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/img_3151.jpg?w=290&h=290&crop=1 "[Life Without Facebook] Things I did this week.")
Good day, gentle beings. I am still away from Facebook. Distancing myself from that realm of communication and sharing has had a pleasant effect on my life, so far as I can tell. It’s left me thinking of ways to share ideas, random notes, and feelings, but it’s also caused me to consider why I … Continue reading
I’ve received a few messages from concerned friends asking if I’m ok. Why? Because they noticed I wasn’t on Facebook. It brought some thoughts to mind: 1. I didn’t die. If I died, FB would do a memorial thing on my timeline (or something). I willingly left, which is a very Alive Person thing to … Continue reading
Heartache is a creature discomfort unlike any other known to us humans. Unlike the usual sadness or despair we experience over things like a lost job, lack of parental support, or not having as many social opportunities as we’d like, matters of lost or damaged loves are particularly and broadly wrenching and tend to … Continue reading
What are we to do when something nags us inside and won’t let our attention go? What are we, soft humans, to think when we are caught being so very different from the crowd and feel no remorse- feel nothing but the irrepressible urge to follow the thing that calls our name? Obsessed, possessed, crazy- … Continue reading
