The saying “the grass is always greener on the other side” holds true in most cases. Not so much because it’s actually a natural law, but because we’re very good at adapting, idealizing, and looking back on situations best left forgotten with nostalgic longing. A roach-prone shotgun shack with a leaky roof and a onetime […]
Author: Froswald
Depression
I left my nocturnal lifestyle out of a desire to be ready if the odds decide the job posting that takes me is a daytime one. I woke up this morning, at 7AM, with ideas, things I wanted to bring into reality. I had plans. Then this dysfunctional piece of shit chemical imbalance decided to […]
Imbued Passion
We’ve all seen some piece of media that’s absolutely taken us. Maybe it’s a show or movie that goes beyond being entertaining, and utterly captivates us, enraptures us until after it’s over, we don’t quite feel like the world is the same. Perhaps it’s a piece of music that sounds as if the artist used […]
29 – Part 2/2
And here I am. Writing all of this, condensing as much of my 20s as I remember into a series of blog posts for Bobrov to peruse is humbling. It also feels a little self-important, but that’s my insecurity talking. I still don’t have a job, I still can’t get enough money together to move […]
29 – Part 1/2
I hit the ground running as a post-graduate, though not without my feet getting a little chilly. Graduate school was appealing, and I sent more than a few totally-not-anxious emails to old professors asking for advice. In the end, my mentor came through: setting me straight by gently reminding me that in my chosen profession, […]
28 – Part 3/3
One other thing I did in this fine year of life, was travel. I had the money available, I had the support from family—both not going and going—and we had a destination in mind. Getting on my first transatlantic flight, I took my happy ass to Ireland for a week. It’s not a country that […]
28 – Part 2/3
I didn’t think I’d get the graduation I did. I’m so used to impromptu ceremonies, belated certificates and atypical life in general that when I went to the waiting area, I thought it was the full event. I only found out by the time they were starting to call graduates up. As a Liberal Arts […]
28 – Part 1/3
When this year started, I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to move on. As COVID tapered off, I felt like I wasn’t ready to return to seeing strangers in the flesh routinely. I also had more than little trepidation from the knowledge that the Cold War was back in force, and closer than ever to […]
27 – Part 3/3
Two years after one of the foundational male figures in my life passed, another one did. Not related by blood, but himself the foundation of my belief that family is bond, not blood. He was a paragon in the community, the kind of man who had his own seat with a plaque at his favorite […]
27 – Part 2/3
I don’t want to give the impression that I was this ball of righteous indignation for the whole year, since political obsession really only took up part of my time. Don’t get me wrong: I was obsessed, but I could at least come up for air and focus on more immediate concerns. One of those […]
