August 2016 follow-up to Accident Prone
Sunday, August 28, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Thankful 1
Boys suck. Relationships suck. I'm not sure what it is about intimacy and intimate relationships that make people lose their decency. Maybe it's the aspect of vulnerability.
I have amazing, amazing people in my life otherwise.
Last night, I met up with Adam to get Bang Bang ice cream. We were meeting at Dundas and Ossington, but he called me and told me he wanted to show me something. When I got to him, he made me close my eyes. He had a surprise for me. He guided me over to the spot so when I opened my eyes, I would see the clear full moon side by side the CN Tower. It was so beautiful.
In that moment, I felt so good and so thankful for the world. For him, one of my best friends, one of the greatest kids I know. For all the love I get, for all the care I'm shown. There are these good things in my life.
I have amazing, amazing people in my life otherwise.
Last night, I met up with Adam to get Bang Bang ice cream. We were meeting at Dundas and Ossington, but he called me and told me he wanted to show me something. When I got to him, he made me close my eyes. He had a surprise for me. He guided me over to the spot so when I opened my eyes, I would see the clear full moon side by side the CN Tower. It was so beautiful.
In that moment, I felt so good and so thankful for the world. For him, one of my best friends, one of the greatest kids I know. For all the love I get, for all the care I'm shown. There are these good things in my life.
Saturday, August 13, 2016
How To Destabilize A Man
She
From How To Be Parisian Wherever You Are: Love, Style, and Bad Habits, p. 80.
- cancels a date at the last minute and apologizes, but won't give him a reason.
- describes her evening in five words or fewer ("It was really fun"), and then goes straight to bed.
- talks politics with her mouth and sex with her eyes.
- is alarmingly honest and answers "terribly" when asked how she's doing.
- actually forgets to wear a bra in summertime.
- makes an office meeting more exciting by discreetly laying her hand on his thigh.
- settles her scores with scores, instead of talking it through.
- grabs hold of a stranger's arm to walk down the stairs in heels.
- manages to pay the bill before he even asks for it.
- randomly exclaims, "This is the most wonderful day of my life!"
From How To Be Parisian Wherever You Are: Love, Style, and Bad Habits, p. 80.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
July Favourites
Is this overdue? From last month:
Green juices - Call me a hippie/yuppie/trash, but I'm a believer. I love green juices. I particularly like the ones with lemon, ginger and cayenne.
Not dating - As I write this, it's only midway through the month but I haven't been on a date this month. I deleted all my dating apps. I go to parties. I meet new people, but only with the intention of making friends, not potential boyfriends. I'm having a lot of fun. It's light hearted. This is different for me and it's good for me.
Canada's Wonderland - OK, not really. We arrived late on a Saturday so it was crowded and we waited an hour for every ride. But I haven't been in 4 years and being there with my best friends was great despite all the waiting. Also, the Behemonth and Leviathan were absolutely heavenly.
Sam James Americanos.
Sam James Cold Brew.
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng - Although I won't finish this book until August 3rd, I read most of it in July. The book is from a different time period, a different era almost considering the differences in culture and acceptance. Lydia is the middle child and the favourite of her parents, James, a Chinese man, and Marilyn, a White once-overachieving woman. Lydia drowns in a lake and the family falls apart. The way that it approaches family expectations, interracial relationships, being racialized, being a professional working woman versus a stay-at-home mom... These are all good things, and Celeste Ng approaches them with such a delicate air. I really enjoyed it and I'm trying to convince my best friend to read it so we can discuss it.
Green juices - Call me a hippie/yuppie/trash, but I'm a believer. I love green juices. I particularly like the ones with lemon, ginger and cayenne.
Not dating - As I write this, it's only midway through the month but I haven't been on a date this month. I deleted all my dating apps. I go to parties. I meet new people, but only with the intention of making friends, not potential boyfriends. I'm having a lot of fun. It's light hearted. This is different for me and it's good for me.
Note: while I haven't been in a full fledged relationship, I'm used to dating. There are the first dates that don't go anywhere, the flirtations that last longer, and the guys I date for a few months here and there. There's usually some guy in the equation even if it's not really serious. It's refreshing to not. I like meeting new people, I like making new friends. I like spending time by myself, laughing with the friends I have. It feels like time to appreciate the great people and the great things I already have in my life.Bonfires - A quintessential part of summer and being young. It's the fiery blazes and the smell of roasting marshmallows and hot dogs. I've been to a couple bonfires so far this summer. There's something to them. I can't complain about anything. It is something that says good about the world and being so young in it.
Canada's Wonderland - OK, not really. We arrived late on a Saturday so it was crowded and we waited an hour for every ride. But I haven't been in 4 years and being there with my best friends was great despite all the waiting. Also, the Behemonth and Leviathan were absolutely heavenly.
Sam James Americanos.
Sam James Cold Brew.
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng - Although I won't finish this book until August 3rd, I read most of it in July. The book is from a different time period, a different era almost considering the differences in culture and acceptance. Lydia is the middle child and the favourite of her parents, James, a Chinese man, and Marilyn, a White once-overachieving woman. Lydia drowns in a lake and the family falls apart. The way that it approaches family expectations, interracial relationships, being racialized, being a professional working woman versus a stay-at-home mom... These are all good things, and Celeste Ng approaches them with such a delicate air. I really enjoyed it and I'm trying to convince my best friend to read it so we can discuss it.
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng
The following passage can be found on pp. 192-193:
Sometimes you almost forgot: that you didn't look like everyone else in homeroom or at the drugstore or at the supermarket, you listened to morning announcements or dropped off a roll of film or picked out a carton of eggs and felt like just another someone in the the crowd. Sometimes you didn't think about it at all. And then sometimes you noticed the girl across the aisle watching, the pharmacist watching, the checkout boy watching, and you saw yourself reflected in their stares: incongruous. Catching the eye like a hook. Every time you saw yourself from the outside, the way other people saw you, you remembered all over again. You saw it in the sign at the Peking Express - a cartoon man with a coolie hat, slant eyes, buckteeth, and chopsticks. You saw it in the little boys on the playground, stretching their eyes to slits with their fingers - Chinese - Japanese - look at these - and in the older boys who muttered ching chong ching chong ching as they passed you on the street, just loud enough for you to hear. You saw it when waitresses and policemen and bus drivers spoke slowly to you, in simple words, as if you might not understand. You saw it in photos, yours the only black head of hair in the scene, as if you'd been cut out and pasted in. You thought: Wait, what's she doing there? And then you remembered she was you. You kept your head down and thought about school, or space, or the future, and tried to forget about it. And you did, until it happened again.
Sometimes you almost forgot: that you didn't look like everyone else in homeroom or at the drugstore or at the supermarket, you listened to morning announcements or dropped off a roll of film or picked out a carton of eggs and felt like just another someone in the the crowd. Sometimes you didn't think about it at all. And then sometimes you noticed the girl across the aisle watching, the pharmacist watching, the checkout boy watching, and you saw yourself reflected in their stares: incongruous. Catching the eye like a hook. Every time you saw yourself from the outside, the way other people saw you, you remembered all over again. You saw it in the sign at the Peking Express - a cartoon man with a coolie hat, slant eyes, buckteeth, and chopsticks. You saw it in the little boys on the playground, stretching their eyes to slits with their fingers - Chinese - Japanese - look at these - and in the older boys who muttered ching chong ching chong ching as they passed you on the street, just loud enough for you to hear. You saw it when waitresses and policemen and bus drivers spoke slowly to you, in simple words, as if you might not understand. You saw it in photos, yours the only black head of hair in the scene, as if you'd been cut out and pasted in. You thought: Wait, what's she doing there? And then you remembered she was you. You kept your head down and thought about school, or space, or the future, and tried to forget about it. And you did, until it happened again.
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