I wish emotional connections were optional

Lately I’ve been having a recurring fantasy: a life with no emotional connections.

You’ll never be disappointed because you expect nothing from everyone. You can focus on external matters, like your job. You’ll never have to worry about messy things like romantic and platonic relationships. No more worrying about people leaving.

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On self-destructive behavior

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I’m alone in bed, with the only company in the form of my cat. He’s napping, and I’m jealous of how he lives to eat, sleep, and play. We should all live so simply, I think.

Back in the day, I would have taken some beer to my room, put on loud music, and drank by myself until I felt slumber’s sweet arms embracing me. But things are different now. I’m trying to be good about self-care, or at least, better than what I used to be. Continue reading “On self-destructive behavior”