The Glass Half Empty

On my worst days, I indulge my narcissistic tendencies. I wallow in self-pity. I linger on my myriad flaws. I feel painfully insecure. I can’t remember the last time I flew with anyone. It’s kind of a random thing to linger on, recognizably a first world problem, but it feels a microcosm of something, to […]

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Worst Years of My Life

Most people regard their college years with some degree of fondness, holding onto them with unique reverence. They’re the formative years of adulthood, after all. In the abstract, the same basic platitude applied to my experience. Those four years definitively shaped me. But that’s in the abstract. My choice of university boiled down to its […]

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