Uncomfortable learning and coming on to my doorman
Hi. Welcome. This has been a long time coming, I guess. I'm a "writer" who doesn't write, like a lazy, inflexible yogi. I don't know how to think about writing anymore. I don't know how to give words to my thoughts anymore. But here I am, daily both tested and inspired whilst suffering from an overly-caffeinated, overly-stimulated brain. I think it's time I train myself to be more intentional with my thoughts. By this point in the post I had probably already written several paragraphs, then deleted them because they're too serious. I actually just want to be this person who makes you laugh with her snarky remarks and then you realize as you're crying real laugh-tears that, wow, that was actually really deep and poignant. That's a good aesthetic to have. People seem to like it. You see, I suffer from cool-girl syndrome. I just want to be hella chill and endearingly quirky, but in reality that's not me. I have screwed up too many relation...