Inside the mind of an immigrant
Immigrants are animals! Okay! Thank you for that Mr. Trump but can you be a little more specific, like what type of animals? I prefer being a tiger, or maybe a falcon. An eagle will do. Just out of curiosity what type of immigrant is your wife? Oh, wait you meant illegal immigrants. Okay! Interesting. … Continue reading Immigrants are animals!
I'm anti-social. Sometimes. Depending on the people and the circumstance and the time and space and the atmosphere. I'm semi anti-social or partial anti-social. Or maybe 3/4th anti-social. Or maybe 1/4th anti-social. But the point is that I'm anti-social regardless of how non-anti-social I want to be. I get nervous around people I'm not used … Continue reading Being Anti-social
Why is it that sometimes… no matter how many mountains I climb, or how many oceans I sail, or how many bridges I burn I don’t see myself the way I want to. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to rise to a place where I want to be. It’s like the … Continue reading Needing Validation
I want to be you…. I want to have your hair, your body, your job, your lifestyle. I want to be everything you are or everything you’re pretending to be. Can we exchange lives for a day or two or maybe forever? You could try to be me, and I’ll perfectly fit into your shoes … Continue reading I want to be you…
Why is it that we get so trapped in this rat-race of life that we forget the beauty of living? Why is it so hard to just be happy? Maybe because at a young age we’re taught that if we don’t run fast enough, the world will leave us behind. But what’s so bad about … Continue reading Life is a rat-race
