Category: The Journey Logged
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Hell is you! I’m really flabbergasted at how hyperactive my littlest pup is. For real. And honestly, I’m glad he isn’t like me. I was diagnosed with severe autism, and even now I can only sit in a W‑position. I was scared of everything, freaked out by the smallest things. People around me during childhood…
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I remember the first day I met this tiny human—his tiny hands, those puffed‑up cheeks, the loud cries. The night my wife went into labor was ridiculous. I was told to sit and wait on a hospital bench. It was almost midnight. My headphones were on, my laptop open, my phone battery dead. I was…
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That hatred isn’t something I want to feel, but I don’t have a choice. It’s a weight I carry—my stone to lift, if I were Sisyphus. The abandonment, and my mother’s resentment because I look like my father, formed a personality that likes to repeat sad scenes in movies. A complete masochist…
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We always seem to have a beginning. The religious texts all start there—“In the beginning,” they say. The dawn of creation. The day the world begins. Our birthday. But no one ever talks about the ending. Or how we carry ourselves through the in-between. Let me say this plainly: I’m not trying to sound superior,…