A Grossly Self-Centered Post
Today for English class we read a story called “The Daydreams of a Drunken Woman” by Clarice Lispector. This is how I related to the story and why that’s a bad thing.
Today for English class we read a story called “The Daydreams of a Drunken Woman” by Clarice Lispector. This is how I related to the story and why that’s a bad thing.
There’s this sentiment going around that knowing the little moments of a person is what makes you fall in love with them. And I’m not debating that, I quite agree.
To an extent.
See, I think that people’s Tumblrs can be those glimpses, if they produce enough original content. Even if it’s just…
I had a moment the other day that, upon reflection, was extremely indicative of who I am as a person.
So, I’ve worked at one of my jobs for 3 or 4 years now. Because I am a sad sack coward I haven’t really made friends with any of the other students that work in the building. Part of this is lack…
