Writing is a form of therapy
by V.E. on April 28th, 2010
filed under writing
I knew this already, but:
Writing is a form of therapy; how do all those who do not write, compose, or paint manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in the human condition?
—GRAHAM GREENE
I’ve had professors who argued otherwise—and that’s their prerogative—but this is my point to them, succinctly put.
Meeting your match—Online?
by V.E. on April 28th, 2010
filed under ppp
Online Dating isn’t for everyone, but it sure has upsides compared to traditional forms of dating. And by “traditional” I mean basically one of two ways to meet people: at the bar or in the pew. Seeing as I’m not really a bar-going or pew-sitting type of gal, online dating is a godsend when it comes to meeting others of like mind. Recently, I mentioned my friend who’s getting married in May to a young man she met through the church—and more power to her. But honestly, I don’t think that’s for me.
When I was living in New York, I dated a guy I met online for a while. We had a lot of fun; neither of us were much into drinking and he was much to much of a philosopher for church (or, in his case, synagogue), but we really connected in a lot of ways. We were able to skip over a lot of awkwardness that comes with getting to know someone because we’d had so much time to talk and get to know each other online before we ever met the first time. (Don’t get me wrong: there was still awkwardness, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been and it didn’t last as long as some awkward moments I’ve had with other people.)
It didn’t work out, ultimately, but we’re still friends and he’s got a great lady now (who he also met online!).
Day Three hundred seventeen
by V.E. on April 28th, 2010
filed under powerof5
01 Search for the color you can never quite see;
02 ’cause it’s all white on white.
03 Bunny’s birthday is today.
04 Dancing.
05 Poetry.
