These are leftover seeds I never ended up expanding on for my piece “Hostility“, because they didn’t fit, felt superfluous, or would work better separately. The true vulnerability at my core. The little boy inside of me. Tony’s “win” condition: He doesn’t want to resolve it, as other people would. He just wants to argue.…

Where to begin? It’s been a while since I last wrote properly. It feels good, using my keyboard, letting the words pour out of me, half subconsciously, half intentional, but ultimately unaware of what will appear on he page until it’s done. I like the feeling of surprise when I get to read back this…

Today I had my first acting class today. And I absolutely loved it! There’s loads of notes below, and overall I had a wonderful time. It was crazy good fun and I really can’t wait to go again. I also hope that I can have some good deep chats to the other guys about this…

Note: This is an unfinished draft, with tangents that may warrant their own separate pieces. I’ve been thinking lately my neurodivergence, and specifically, about masking and judgement. I’ve made some new friends lately and had some wonderful chats, and in hindsight, the best ones were with neurodivergent (ND) people. This wasn’t a conscious decision, it’s…

I was just reading a Reddit post about emotional intelligence. Someone raised the topic of how to support a person who’s talking about difficult things, without just relaying your own experience to them. I know I do this, so it was super interesting. I’ll expand on this in a future post, but might as well…

“…and a tone that mixes the uncomfortably chipper with the grimly dark, until you’re not even sure that the happy bits are truly happy”

“It would be interesting to explore that… I wonder how far we’d get?“

The final mission of the wedding holiday, on the 2nd and last day, happened when it was just me, Alistair and Granny leaving Sally’s apartment to go back home. We needed to make our way to the Underground, then work out how to reach our separate destinations from there. As we meandered to where we…

A while ago I wrote a piece called Drinking Shit. It talked about how I’ll dive deep into an ocean of darkness, explore it, and come back up to describe what I saw, and how it felt. And it talked about how, because I’m doing it, it means that you don’t have to. And I…

The game I’m playing, Spiritfarer, has a character who’s an archetype of an older woman, a grandmother. One of her traits is that she likes to bake home-cooked style meals for other team members, and she likes the orchard tree you can plant because it reminds her of memories of her grandchildren. There’s a mission…

My mum taught me how to be cruel in a way that cuts in the absolute deepest way possible. And I picked that up, I used to be a cruel person, using the things she taught me to hurt other people in ways you’d never want to think of. Everyone has things they’re deeply insecure…

The way my dad acted towards me, while I stayed with him on the break between my 2nd and 3rd year of university, it’s the same attitude I’ve had with Bob. Ready to call him out on something, to tell him off, because there’s a sense in me that I should be doing that.