Ah, so he’s a pathological liar. Huh. Very familiar. I’ve met my fair share and they all pull the same shit. Everyone knows they’re lying, but sometimes it can be difficult to tell if they know they’re lying too. Regardless, there’s no point even arguing with a person already determined and ever so accustomed to […]
The HK eye doctor’s secretaries stared at me today in wonder? as my arms and hands twisted and contorted in weird directions and we didn’t want to be bothered with explaining anything. I’m still mortified. I accept it looks freaky as shit and I am sorry for creeping anyone out. That kid and her grandma […]
Me: *in the midst of an even more unsettling dystonia episode* Me: *tries to eat* Me: *food bowl tumbles out of my hands and falls splat on the floor* Me: ugh Mom: *watches intently* Me: not again Mom: you can’t be allowed to carry babies Me: um Mom: I’m serious Me: not even while supervised? […]
My mom today: this happened yesterday too Me: and the day before and the day before. Are you still surprised? My mom: how can you continue living this way? I heard comprehensive dystonia is almost untreatable Me: really My mom: you can’t possibly live like this for the rest of your life My mom: I […]
It took me all of 26 years to notice it, but my mother and I actually express ourselves similarly as adults in English — even how we think and structure our thoughts, and which syllables we choose to accentuate, are identical. I just talk faster, ramble harder, and swear way more. No wonder immigration can’t […]
I just have one question. If you are miserable, if what you have chosen is not making you happy, why are you doing it? You’re not filling a void correctly if the shit you’re filling it with doesn’t even fit. Do you really want this, or is it because it’s what other people expect from […]
Me: sends Vic a handwritten-ish love note Me: so what did you think of my note? batting eyelashes Vic: it was sweet Me: aww Vic: but you need to edit it down, it’s too long Me: um Vic: keep your thoughts brief, focus on your core message Ladies and gents, my boyfriend — the full-time […]
How it’s like to live with a movement disorder, part 1: nothing ever stays, or is secure, in your hand. How it’s like to live with a movement disorder, part 2: everything you touch, or hold, will almost inevitably fall and break into tiny little pieces.