Words are not needed, except that and this one.Read More The Perplexities of Life (Poem)
Dating is like a roller coaster: You get tired of it after a while.
I’m at that point in my life where I feel as if I’ve ridden this ride too many times. I no longer feel sad or happy. I just file away the memories and start anew.
In the beginning, it was all about me, me, me–about what I lost or what could have been. Now I’m just a fountain of sincere well wishes.Read More The Older I Get, the Less I Seem to Care.
Perhaps you’ve heard the story of the man who fired a bullet through his floor into a neighboring apartment, or the Texan congressman whose skull was pierced by celebratory gunfire, or the boy who was killed by a bullet fired from two miles away, or the gunman who randomly shot an elderly man on the street in broad daylight?
So many ways to die if one isn’t careful, and even if one is careful, no guarantee he or she will return alive from such encounters.Read More Finding Happiness in My Existential Nihilism. A Reflection on Death.
How did I come up with YAPAHOLIC and what does it mean?
Well, it’s a combination of the word “yap” and the suffix “-aholic.”
When you combine the two, you get YAPAHOLIC:
Someone who explicates his or her thoughts in a compulsory manner.Read More What’s a Yapaholic?