personal narratives
bagel got his nails trimmed today. i cleaned his ears. i showered him. i also brushed his teeth. he hates going thru all of these experiences, so i gave him a busy bone and a rice and rotisserie chicken bowl as a reward. no skin though. as selfish as it sounds, it may not seem like bonding to him, but i’ve been loving all the time we’ve been spending together lately. feels nice to chill full-time again.
i’m addicted to the hangs.
-ratha, 9:38pm, 1.3.18
i hated hearing my mom say she was stressed on the phone today. i care about her and my dad beyond definition of any word of any language. they want me back in school, but i can’t go back just yet, as selfish and unappreciative as it sounds. there’s more writing i have to share with you, there’s music i’m working on that may be of value to the world. i’m confident there’s a middle ground where they can be proud of me and i can be happy with myself. to get there takes patience, and though patience is running thin at the moment, i’m running as fast as i can, moving quicker with every stride. as i’m getting quicker and quicker, i’m getting closer and closer. i can feel it. although some things you can’t explain, know that i feel it. also note that i’ve never been one to ignore my intuition.
i’m convinced.
-ratha, 10:43pm, 3.27.17
some guy pulled out in front of me and i thought about how therapeutic honking the horn would be, which triggered me to remember of how when we lived in durham my mom would let me honk the horn of our astro van whenever we got back to our apartment complex. i got so much joy out of it, and she got so much joy out of seeing me happy. i was like 2 or 3 at the time. man, i miss those times. i think my mom does, too.
-ratha, 3:05pm, 3.23.17