“Men have forgotten this truth:, said the fox. “But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” — Antoine de Saint- Exupery As the tears fall down my cheek the echoes of the past whisper in my ear. Trying to wipe the falling tears from my face, I turn…
Tag: psychology
It Takes Two to Tango & A Mothers Advice.
Seated onboard a moving vessel, I listen to the sound of the train moving along the rails. Looking out onto the greenery I see the beauty in the suburban culture around me. I cannot fathom the fact that I have actually been pretty happy staying in the suburbs. Thinking back to last summer and how…
The Energy Conservation System: Project Me.
Face resting in my hands, I wiped the tears off of my face. Surrounded by a collection of paperwork, notebooks and technological devices, I fell into a breakdown. I had failed to take Kim Kardashian’ advice from Season 9 of Keeping up with the K’s, “I will cry later, but not with fresh makeup”. I…
The Good, The Bad, and The Slutty.
After a week of fashion shows and an underwhelming award show, I head back to my homeland of Narnia for an Easter weekend with the family. Spending the evening watching Project Runway with Americano, I sit back relax and enjoy the big dinner ahead of me. Flakes of snow fall to the ground on this…
Out.
Christmas Eve. One bottle of wine, and four episodes of Sex and the City, my mother and I lay on the couch until the wee hours of the morning. I have never been fond of Christmas. With the corporate consumerism and the ridiculous amounts of money spent on gifts, the whole thing seems utterly preposterous….
Morning Wood & Red Wine.
Sleepy eyes and red wine soaked dreams, I wake up and see the early morning sunshine beam through my blinds. Sitting up in my bed I stretch out my aching feet and attempt to regain consciousness. Walking over to the brightly lit window, I open the curtains and I see the blanket of a freshly…
My Personal Mirkwood: Dealing with first encounters.
Sitting on the mezzanine of a local coffee shop, I look down at the coffee lovers below. With aged white brick all around me, and industrial piping covering the ceiling, I take note of the aged décor and the smell of coffee beans. From the center of the coffee shop hangs a large, aged chandelier…
Hamlet, Him, Americano and an empty bed.
December 7th. Christmas is almost here. Due to my impending exams, I decided to make the trip to Narnia and stay with my mum. Too much distraction in Toronto. As I lay on the couch pretending to study, I watch two of my favourite films: “The Holiday” and “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. Procrastination at…
Violentines Day or Valentines day?
Toronto’s first big snowfall. Large snow flakes fall onto my plaid jacket, and the cold seeps through my doc martens. You know it is winter when the roads are fully backed up, and when all the driers forget how to drive in a snowfall. Canadian winters. I spent my evening judging a talent competition. Was…
On The Bar.
Patient anticipation and the waiting for the unknown is truly the only things in life that can be seen as scary. I cannot fathom anything else being true fear. What we are all scared of is the fear of what we do not know. Say life is pulling an American horror story and we were…
2 coffees and afflicted prostitutes.
Sitting in a crowded lecture watching the click tick down the hour. One hour almost done, another to go. Usually during these long lectures I do the usual, I raid social media, or I doodle all over my arm. Currently listening to the limitations of the Civil Rights movement, I sit in my Sex class…
Love it more than Ramen.
Saturday night and I am laying in bed watching Hocus Pocus and eating Ramen. My life could not get more exciting. The day after Halloween always seems to be in slow motion. When walking down the streets of Toronto, you witness the slow moving hungover business men heading into their offices. This week I interviewed…
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