Balderdash Thoughts

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The Ultimate Hitchhiker’s Guide to The Galaxy has always been a rescue for me whenever I have been sad, lonely and whenever I didn’t feel like dealing with the world. Reading it has always been like sitting next to a totally bizarre person in an airport waiting area, a person you encounter every time you… Continue reading 42

Residency

Elastic Heart

Every few weeks, usually after when I deal with over 200 patients in a single day or over two days the utmost, a certain piece of my machinery breaks. Around patient number 152 I can feel the blow jogging that piece out of place and around the 167th patient, I can hear it hanging by… Continue reading Elastic Heart

Balderdash Thoughts, Residency

Just a shout out

Here’s a lame post to tell all those assholes out there who spent a lifetime bringing me down… Suck it, you sorry bunch of pathetic losers. I am imagining myself flying towards my fortress in the sky, soaring up..light and un-tethered. I see myself reach there, folding my wings back, looking down upon the world… Continue reading Just a shout out

Residency

The State of Unease

When is a person most vulnerable? When is it possible to tear down all their defenses and annihilate them from within​? When is it the right time to dissolve the very glue that holds them together? When and where can you touch them so they frizzle away because they're but one giant exposed nerve? When?… Continue reading The State of Unease

Incidents

Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

I started writing in a journal/diary because I needed to vent. I needed to share my feelings and thoughts and I used to be a child with no friends with parents determined to let that status remain. I was afraid if I talked out loud about the tales in my head, I'd be deemed a… Continue reading Ode to the Smoothie Jar.

Phase II

I Understand Now What My Mom Meant by ‘Books will ruin your brain’

Sometimes I start talking and stop because a voice inside begs me to (not a ‘voice’, voice). I see the look at the other person(s) face and my tongue slips a little. That is my cue to stop talking. And then suddenly I am tired. Then I just feel like being quiet for the rest… Continue reading I Understand Now What My Mom Meant by ‘Books will ruin your brain’