Tag: Relationships
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July 8, 2023
At some point in the last few years, I became a homebody. I’m reluctant to go out. I used to love going out. I couldn’t stay home.
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June 21, 2023
I was at a wedding over the weekend. I didn’t know anyone other than my girlfriend and a few of her friends. Needless to say, I met a lot of people.
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June 19, 2023
In university, I remember once telling a friend that sharing a meal for someone is a testament to their value in your life. I probably said it with fewer syllables, yet more eloquence. Only in the last two-or-so years have I started cooking with any regularity. I think I’ve been learning to cook, as opposed…
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May 26, 2023
Have some people grown up without consequences? I feel like I’ve been checked, in some way, for my actions ever since I was a child. Nowadays, I’m more responsible for those consequences than are others. I’m not able to forgive myself without having paid for my indiscretions.
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May 14, 2023
I had forgotten what it’s like to live with people. More accurately, I’m not used to being surrounded by people all of the time.
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May 9, 2023
Do you ever find yourself in a conversation you know you shouldn’t have started? It’s good to talk to people. We are social creatures. Sometimes, though, it’s better to stay quiet.
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April 26, 2023
I’m not quite sure what the word is that I’m looking for. It could be “aggravated,” or “aggrieved,” even. “Unsettled,” captures some of it, but, then, so does, “indifferent.” There’s an amazingly long scroll of words running down the inside of my forehead right now. They’re mostly synonyms. What I really want to do with…
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I Got Engaged
I’d love to tell you that it was an exciting, well-planned, carefully calculated affair. It wasn’t. It was very simple, plain, almost ordinary, but entirely befitting.
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Letting Sh*t Go
I woke up with vomit on the duvet. It was over my feet so I knew that it wasn’t mine because I haven’t done yoga in nearly ten years. Riel had curled up in between my legs, slightly higher up on the bed than where he had emptied his stomach. It was only a few…
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Some Things Can’t be Painted and Made Pretty
I saw a photo of a woman’s left hand on Instagram the other day. It looked like she was sitting on a couch, with her legs crossed when she took the photo. It’s as if she were in a moment of quiet reflection – inspired, no doubt, by the noxious fumes emanating from a 15mL,…