I think I helped save someone from a really bad day…
This has happened over and over to me and whatever group of women, foreigners, and/ or both that I am a part of it. It is a common experience at mixers or gatherings in Japan.
It’s the awkward introduction.
Here is the most recent example:
Last night my husband sat me down and said, “We need to talk”. Continue reading “Transfer”
Sick as a dog.
I was in the middle of emptying and organizing the closets, too. Now the clutter lines the hallways and I can’t finish the job of sorting and repacking things because my head is pounding and my nose is running.
I can’t focus on studying, writing, or anything. I’ve been just watching TV shows and eating soups and munching vitamins. This is driving me crazy. Once I get in the middle of a project, I want to finish it. Continue reading “Life Update”
When it comes to certain people, I have trouble letting go. My mother still can’t let go of her anger towards people who betrayed her. She still fumes about things, and will bore you to death with the story of “that person who ten years ago stabbed me in the back”.
I’ve usually been able to let go of these things. When I let go, I also forget the person and everything about them. I vaguely remember who hurt me, but it’s very hard. I can’t remember the good times nor the bad times. I only remember not to trust them and that they did something. However, the feelings are gone. I can’t even remember why I was angry. Continue reading “Letting Go”
Today was the type of day you want to take into a back alley and beat on with a two-by-four until it doesn’t twitch anymore. Then, take the carcass and burn it alive just to be sure it doesn’t come back for one final scare like in a Freddy Krueger Movie.
You know those days.
The days that a good bunker buster is needed to wipe out, and a little salt on the earth it once stood to make sure nothing grows there again. Continue reading “One of Those Days…”