I wonder about it.
What I heard when you spoke to me that first time. We let our tongues loose on topics like travel and gender inequality in the workplace. You expressed scepticism over whether the latter really still exists, and I went to work trying to convince you with facts. I didn’t remember for long moments that you were a straight white male, that you had little knowledge or need for empathy towards those that didn’t look like you. The ones that carried more than your three monikers.
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A lot of things have changed. It’s a new year but I haven’t done my usual round-up of the previous year in a blog post; instead I captured it in snapshot form here. I guess on the whole, I am feeling ‘a way’ about a lot of things.
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I’ve been thinking a whole lot about telling the truth lately, and especially when it comes to my writing.
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I am the rejection queen. I don’t administer too many rejections myself, but I have become an expert at receiving them. Especially the big rejections – the ones that have a larger life impact, that can sway how the rest of your day, week, even year could go. And it’s not something I ever foresaw myself being able to handle really, because at heart I am a pretty sensitive person, who used to be very impacted by the opinions of others. But I suppose age and practice really do make perfect. Or they make for mild desensitisation; it’s unclear.
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Midnight, or 12.04am to be exact. The Piccadilly line is taking an age, and there are people scattered on the platform. I’m exhausted, in the way that’s starting to feel more and more like London. I wonder what I’m doing out here, at night alone, doing a mediocre impression of a mole. Bruno Mars tells me to raise my pinky in the air but only if I’m a player. I am not.
Continue reading “Bracing for the cold”
I am a prolific procrastinator. That’s what I have discovered about myself this week. I mean I get stuff done, but like, really, really late. However I suspect it’s something more than just “I’ve decided to be unproductive this April”. So some navel gazing is probably required.
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I don’t claim to know much about things and stuff, but that didn’t stop me this week from writing my first article on politics. In fact, if the media is anything to go by, my status of knowing very little prior to doing the article probably made me the perfect candidate to write it, no? I believe the answer I was looking for there was a resounding ‘YES’. Please and thank you.
Continue reading “The comfort zone”
Is it just me or have we been blind-sighted by the swift arrival of Christmas and the impending end of 2015? Perhaps I haven’t been paying enough attention to time carrying us along on a train to older age, because I’ve been distracted with despising house shares, commuting in a hell tube, and eavesdropping on strangers’ dates. So maybe it’s time to take stock of 2015? OK, you’ve twisted my arm. Let’s do this.
Continue reading “2015: The Recap”
I always thought of myself as someone who doesn’t deal well with rejection, but I think I’ve been selling myself short. Having this year given into my writing urges, sentencing myself to a potential life of struggle for my art, I’ve become pretty adept at dealing quickly with rejection and disappointment.
Continue reading “The rejection deal”