Category Archives: garbage experiences

The long fall

It has been a long while since I last wrote. So much has happened.

I am far better

Yesterday, I talked to my coworker who I used to work with at the union. As expected, it was a conversation mostly dominated by the horrible people who were and are still there. I hate regurgitation these things, but yesterday, something interesting happened…

It must be summer

It must be summer. I’m thinking of my mom and turning that whole thing around in my brain again. Summer has become one of those times of years that has become increasingly triggering for me.

Can we please?

I witnesses a bullying incident at a local fast food place, that supposedly makes sandwiches to benefit firefighters, in the town I work in this week. I could tell it was something that was happening on several levels, whether it was blatant and transparent, to subtle aggression

Weekend news

An old coworker of mine sent me a message yesterday. She said she had been thinking of me, and oh, by the way, she lost her eldest son 6 months ago.

People aren’t strong because they want to be

I am currently listening to a podcast called “A Little Bit Culty” because honestly, I love hearing about cults. Cult things to me are like true crime to others. I can’t get enough. I’m constantly fascinated by them and have been for as long as I can remember.

A Little Housekeeping

We are knee-deep in spring, and I’m a bit late at doing some spring cleaning, both physically and mentally.

Generational Disappointment

On my pathway to and from work, I drive past an old brick home. It has been empty for as long as I have lived in the area, which, while not that long, has been almost 10 years. A few years back, the home had been cleared out of all items and the windows removed. It looked like some long needed renovations were going to start taking place.