No Niche Nelly
“I’ve never seen you so happy.” This statement was uttered by my then-boyfriend on a sixty-degree day in February my junior year of college. His sentiment was bold but not hyperbolic. We had gotten together in the fall, so he had yet to see his girlfriend intoxicated with vitamin D.
Some people cherish showers, seeing them as an opportunity to incubate with their thoughts, to escape external stressors, to get clean. I like being clean; I like having showered, but often the process is too tedious to enjoy the isolation and warmth.
When you have nothing to do during the day, you can avoid feeling like a bum by going to a coffee shop. Maybe you’re unemployed; maybe you work nights; maybe you’re a student on winter break. Leaving your house, for any reason, can save you from feeling as though you’ve wasted a day. Wasting a […]
My conversations are either had with my friends over text, my parents over dinner, or myself over lined paper. In my spare time, I go to the library—mostly to create some semblance of productivity, convincing myself that sitting in a room highly saturated with words will give me a purpose. It is often the most […]
I. When I graduated college, I felt nothing. Okay, perhaps I felt a lot, but unpacking every fleeting rush of dread or even pride would require Ritalin and absolute silence. Yes, I am a writer, therefore I should welcome psychoanalysis, maybe even more so because I majored in psychology in addition to English. But, in […]
After learning about the Transcendentalists in the eleventh grade, I thought all writers were supposed to be decorated scholars, like Thoreau and Emerson, who went to Ivy League universities (or maybe they didn’t… I don’t actually know). I have followed a mildly impressive educational path: I attended Skidmore College, which is not an Ivy, but […]
People will insist that alcohol is good for you, that it lowers your blood pressure and helps you sleep. They’re not wrong, at least according to the Wine Moms of Fairfield County. Meanwhile, others scorn drinkers, accusing them of holding the bottle so close in attempt to warm their frigid hearts. I personally do not […]