People always call themselves “OCD” because they like things neat or wash their hands a lot. That isn’t OCD. Actual obsessive-compulsive disorder is debilitating compulsion to perform rituals beyond any normal behavior. People also forget that OCD includes thoughts—i.e. obsessions. A person can have one or both of them. I don’t really have compulsions, but … Continue reading The most disturbing part of OCD no one ever tells you about.
A couple of weeks ago, I had an ambulatory EEG to determine if my periods of spacing out and losing awareness are epileptic in nature. Out of three possible outcomes—normal, epileptic, or something really bad, the results were option 1: the test was fine. It may sound odd, but that wasn’t really my desired outcome. … Continue reading Test results…and a little challenge to you.
Just a ramble. Diary crap. Proceed at your own risk. Halloween couldn’t be a better time for a 72-hr ambulatory EEG. Of the three people who dared to ask me why I had a scarf tied around my head, one thought I was supposed to be Grace Kelly, another thought I converted to a different … Continue reading Waiting for test results ramble
(Hiding inside a rack full of men's coats, I, the administrative assistant of a highly prestigious department store, had just witnessed my boss stuff cash from a register down her shirt.) I remained inside the men’s coat rack until I saw my boss go back up the escalator. Why, what a fiend! She just walked away … Continue reading Escape to the Food Court: May I Please Go to the Bathroom Now? Part 3
Contact occurred unexpectedly. I had been heading for the originally mapped coordinates. My target was a young man named Jamie Vu. I planned to land shortly after midnight during deep delta-wave sleep before it segued into the REM stage, which would provide cover for me should he awaken during the transfer process. “….so I’m sorry, … Continue reading Jamie Vu
A post by this fellow, Anonymole, got me thinking about experience and the poor use I make of my life. I have never had anything that would qualify, in most people’s books, as “experiences.” I have never traveled more than 75 miles from home. Never camped or drove across the company. No concerts. No bungee … Continue reading What is experience and how can I get some?
A first chapter of I don't know what written for "September Scene Writing Month." Warning: contains received language. Feedback welcome. Marianne had overslept, but it didn’t really matter. She pulled on her yellow uniform t-shirt and sat down at the wooden desk which doubled as her vanity, decorated only with a small crystal lamp she … Continue reading Hypertrophy. #SepSceneWriMo.”
For Linda G. Hill's "Stream of Consciousness Saturday" prompt: "container" Lately, I have been reflecting on my excessive emotion and unhinged behavior and the disastrous consequences they have had on my life, and then up came this prompt in my blog post feed. Containers—why, that’s just what I need! A good, sturdy container to put … Continue reading I can’t contain myself. #SOCS.
Written for Fandango's One Word Challenge, "inexorable." You might want to go away if you don't want to read a job rant. You have been warned. I have never met a security guard who didn’t smoke. I went outside to wait for my ride and the security manager came out shortly after. She leaned against … Continue reading My inexorable, abusive, idiot boss. #FOWC
Previously on Escape to the Food Court: Lunch Time: "CREEEAAAAK! The bed pressed down on my head. Poop! Now what? Either she gets off the bed or I suffocate! My only ray of hope was that her incontinence would strike and she’d have to run, or someone worth avoiding more than finding me came along." … Continue reading Escape to the Food Court: The Plums. Part 2. #SepSceneWriMo
She woke up with sweat trickling down the sides of her face into her ears. A strange night. Bad dreams. It was gross but why worry about it? She changed and went back to bed. It happened again a few nights later. Well, the weather was getting very warm now, and she was still using … Continue reading To grandmother’s house we go: #SepSceneWriMo
One thing I struggle with, when writing a character, is what I call "headspace," meaning someone's view of the world as molded by their era, upbringing, and milieu. Writing something contemporary is difficult for me because I'm just not up to speed with all the crap people do nowadays. My life does not revolve around … Continue reading Writers, I need your help with character headspace
Lyn Crain was kind enough to nominate me for the "Vincent Ehindero Award." So a big "thank you" to Lyn for giving me the chance to connect with other bloggers. I encourage you to click on her name and check out her blog for poetry, stories, and life journey stuff. What genre is your favorite? … Continue reading An undeserved recognition: Vincent Ehindero Award
Written for September Scene Writing Month Yes! Lunch time! All day long I had been setting up my desk with papers and other signs of work being done in preparation for this very hour. I had laid out the thickest binders I could find and scattered around some daunting reports, including one I had written … Continue reading Escape to the Food Court: Lunch Time. Part 1. #SepSceneWriMo
“OMG! Look! It has its own little stuffed animal! It’s all ready for bed and it has its own stuffed animal!” I squealed in the middle of Barnes & Noble. Today’s “Saturday Stream of Consciousness" prompt (by Linda G. Hill) is to describe something you own over a hundred of. So what else for me … Continue reading Friends Forever #SOCS