Okay, the cat’s out of the bag. I’m not fooling anyone, anymore. For all the times I bashed the corporate office last year, I’m sorry. This is me making the walk of shame. This is me eating the words I wrote so vehemently last year. I’m backpedaling. For the last…

Communicating well doesn’t require complete competency. — That’s a lot of money. It’s a relatively simple phrase. A short remark. But it’s also a telling string of characters. It says a lot about the person saying it. On one hand, it’s fair to say that second-learned languages limit our ability to communicate well. Learning another language, especially…

You can tell I’m not into it. Even if you can’t, I can. The title is nice and most of the time, the money seems too good to be true, but I don’t like it. Aside from that, nothing seems to matter. It’s fine if I do it, it also…

On living, being, or just existing. — In life, I’m a sheep. A lamb. Whatever you’d consider air-headed and easy-going. I’m a face with a smile and nothing to contribute because whatever other people want is generally fine with me. Even if it’s not the thing I were to choose, if it were up to me to…

On writing, on living, on both. — I have, for the last couple of years, been strangely obsessed with memoirs — stories about the lives of famous people whom I otherwise would not have heard of. And twenty to thirty memoirs later, I am only now beginning to realize that it’s generally established people, who the spotlight…

People who think anger can be extinguished with deep breathing and happy thoughts have never truly been angry. Everyone else knows anger is a deep, dirty emotion. One that spreads like cancer once it’s born and metastasizes to every cell in the body. It threatens to strangle the owner of…

Creativity peaks at the oddest hours and especially when I don’t have a pen — in other words, when it’s inconvenient to write. I guess, deflection is a stronger force than I want to admit. The scary part about being satisfied is knowing that life could go on like this…

Why? And please, please stop. — It’s that time of the year. When we finally get a break from the holidays. When those of us that don’t like family can exhale a sigh of relief. When those of us that don’t like gatherings can breathe again. Except, not really. Because those of us who thought we…

The pointlessness of curation and other musings about life online — If you are not some influencer, marketer, or media guru who is paid to craft and present yourself for the public eye, I would say arranging your coke, fries, and burger for an Instagram story is excessive. Very excessive. I would say that having Instagram is unnecessary. I just came…