Who are you?

As a word-lover – I was given an impossible task as a homework assignment yesterday. Literally, impossible. Not. Fucking. Doable. Softskills courses have a tendency to get very floaty and hippie-esque at times. Especially when there’s roleplay scenarios involved. I can’t tell you how passionately I hate roleplay. Be it professionally or…winkwinknudgenudge….my acting skills areContinue reading “Who are you?”

Tinder Tales – A case of the Roy

So.It turns out I’m a total name-ist when it comes to dating, hahaha. Or at least, when it comes to my current Tinder-swiping behaviors. When asked to describe my (physical) taste in men I usually fall back on the silly description ‘a boyish, slender, boy-next-door type, you know, Shawn Mendes-ish-y with great hair’. Too specific?Continue reading “Tinder Tales – A case of the Roy”

Puzzled

It’s when I stopped looking For you….All the time,Every time,That I found the time.  No more staring at the driveway,Or just glancing at the door,Waiting,Knowing you won’t come around no more.No more staring at my phone,Or looking for your name, on the list of who read what where,Waiting,Knowing you’re no longer there.  It’s when IContinue reading “Puzzled”

Tinder Tales – Ixnay on the Indertay

Back into the fray, my dear! With a sentence like this? I can actually imagine myself sitting atop a huge black horse, on a mountaintop, looking down on the battlefield of love. Armor fully intact but battleworn and with a heavy heart (with one too many patches, maybe). But ready for battle none the less.Continue reading “Tinder Tales – Ixnay on the Indertay”

Universe eavesdropping

Have you ever noticed how complaining (or nagging) about something that hasn’t happened (yet) or should happen – helps? I swear. I can’t count the times that I voiced my impatience about something and had a genuine ‘speak of the devil’ moment. Just like the person you’re talking about will always walk in when you’reContinue reading “Universe eavesdropping”

Points for humanity

I was always taught that when you cross someone on the street — you greet them. Growing up in a teeny tiny town (+-3000 inhabitants) in what is already considered an outregion…that’s just how things were. Basic deceny. Not greeting a person was actually actively corrected. I lost the skill when I moved cities toContinue reading “Points for humanity”

Crooked smile

‘It’s ok.’They tell me.‘You were just brainwashed,by him and the scene he painted.’ And I’ll smile a crooked smileAsking them ‘what brain?’‘I lost that way before him.’‘I’ve always been out of my mind.’ ‘It’s the heart that he stole.’‘And the love that he took,that now leave me feeling empty.’ It’s when their helpful eyes hardenIt’sContinue reading “Crooked smile”