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69. Weeks Five and Six
Today had already turned tomorrow, only just, and I was trying to listen to you, an old friend, while I ate room-temperature beef with chimichurri, the fatty pieces were all that was left, and then cantaloupe from a plastic container and then pretzels infused with peanut butter or peanut butter enveloped in pretzel, depending on how you see it, from…
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66. Trying to Be Held by Friends and Mountains at Twenty-Four
Each of us exists only in relation to others — the way light refracted needs an eye to appear to be a rainbow, the way a cat is not dead until you dig it up and see for yourself I know thoughts are ever-flowing, temporary and timely and a lot of the time, wrong and misleading – especially in their…
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65. Trying to Say Yes to Things at Twenty-Four
It surprises me, still, to find out new things about my family members, like I cannot imagine that they had lives before I had a life. In my car with a brand new battery, as I drove her home from the Fruitville Lowe’s, my grandmother on my mother’s side recalled to me the details, the ones she chose or the…
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63. Trying to Get Taxed at Twenty-Four
Unfortunately, I listen to news in the morning because maybe I just need some sort of structure or routine, I guess. And if I’m going to listen to the news, it’s going to be reputable journalism — even if I have to pay for it. And so in the New York Times audio app, I heard a segment about how…
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62. Trying to Do the Right Job at Twenty-Four
I have taken some serious offense to the phrase, must be nice This is my fragility, of course. my guilt in full effect I am white and in strong physical shape. I am able-bodied and I come from a wealthy family and live in a town teeming with money. I am straight-passing and tall and for reasons entirely out of…
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61. Trying to Get My Cat Out at Twenty-Four
I adopted a cat on the 11th of January this year. Only recently have we started cuddling and purring in the early hours of the morning. When she is not pissing and shitting on my couch, she is the highlight of my day. Truthfully, even when she is pissing and shitting on my couch, she is a significant joy because…
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59. Trying to See Snow Fall in Florida at Twenty-Four
I like that there are still things I cannot have on-demand. I like that in the age of next-day shipping and direct-messaging, it snowed yesterday in Tallahassee and when I wished today that I could drive up this weekend and see the flurries for myself it occurred to me that the snow will have melted because there are specific days…
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58. Trying to Do the Impossible at Twenty-Four
The impossible truth of “loving” someone: Today, she and I woke up (for the second time) (the first had one of us in tears at 3am) in a bed that belongs to neither of us, one person on either side of two snoring french bulldogs who also belong to neither of us. I told my boss who took a trip…
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56. Trying to Be the Perfect Amount of Uncomfortable at Twenty-Four
My best friend, someone I both admire and love, once asked for an extra chair at the restaurant just so that her purse did not have to sit on the ground I was mortified but I tried not to show it. I think I was trying to impress her. Or I was afraid she wouldn’t love me back if I…
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55. Trying to Speak for Ghosts at Twenty-Four
Last night’s work dinner event sat me across from (diagonally, one seat to her right, my left) a woman who facilitates cacao ceremonies in town of course and we got on and on about all sorts of mystical and magical things, thank Goodness, and she said she likes how I enunciate all of the letters in the word important she…
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