In Which We Explore Darker Corners of the Mommy Brain
Sometimes I feel like Charlie isn’t real. In the first few days after we brought him home, I spent a fair amount of time smelling him, I think to make sure I wasn’t making him up. 252 more words
Tags » Existential Dread
Existential dread creeps up on you when you become aware of your own mortality.
Basically, you know that you’re going to die, one day, and you do not want to die because you want to remain conscious and because you do not understand death and what it means, so you get scared. 812 more words
I’ve tried it all: sex, drugs, music, better drugs, alcohol, really good drugs and top shelf alcohol, scaling a mountain with a spiritual advisor and then six days later requiring medevac rescue via helicopter to remove my unresponsive body from the summit after I ate my advisor’s legs and blacked out under the compound result of guzzling a ton of small batch hooch-juice, inhaling several dozen bumps of the finest Peruvian wizard dandruff and engaging in aggressive sexual congress with no less than seven inanimate mounds of snow and ice. 348 more words