Month: August 2019

This is intended to be a follow-up to my posts about coffee shops and doing dumb shit. It should be pretty well establish by this point that I am severely lacking in healthy social skills. My notions of propriety and privacy are skewed in various ways. As a very nerdy, awkward man I am rather […]

I’ve had a tumultuous relationship with money for most of my life. My immediate family was certainly not wealthy when I was growing up, but we had three adults earning money and no house payment, so things were never particularly dire. Unfortunately, as an only child and living with very doting grandparents, I was also […]

I’m really bad at interacting normally with people. My sense of appropriate behavior towards strangers and even acquaintances tends to err on the side of aloof caution. I never want to overstep some invisible boundary and do something which might be construed as improper. Despite this, I apparently do mildly creepy shit fairly often and […]

My anxiety and depression are the best of friends and it’s rare for one to show up without the other. This year in particular has been pretty rough on the mental health front. Given everything that’s been going on in my life, that shouldn’t come as much of a surprise. So long as I manage […]