Monthly Round-Up: May 2019

I can’t believe the year is flying by so quickly. It helps to have a lot of things on, I suppose: it means everything goes faster because there’s less time (no time!) to sit around going “What am I doing with my life?”

Nonetheless my brain is having an irritating day today where it’s doing that. I am not a fan of these days, the times when my brain just gives me a constant stream of “You have done NOTHING with your life what is the POINT you are AWFUL I HATE YOU” and I’m like “Stop talking bollocks” but it just carries on grumbling in the background.

It was quite helpful, therefore, that the day I’m writing this is the second-to-last day of the month, because it means it’s time for my monthly round-up, which demonstrates what I’ve been doing for the last thirty days and how it’s not nothing. Read more

2018 Reflections: Non-Fiction

The difficulty with writing this post is that almost all the non-fiction books I read this year were excellent, but I suppose that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t get a shout-out here as well.

So here are my favourite non-fiction books from this year. (Note that not all of these were published this year, that’s just when I read them.) Read more

Why Do We Bother?

I am so tired. So tired of friends asking how I am, and then if I tell them, saying “Well maybe you should go to the doctor.”

Tired of going to the doctor and not being believed, having my symptoms dismissed, because… why? I’m a woman? I don’t know why, but all I can say for sure is that I have never been to the doctor about something which has turned out to be nothing, and yet that’s what they expect to happen every. fucking. time.  Read more

I’m Not Dead

I don’t normally do birthdays. I don’t mind celebrating other people’s, but I don’t celebrate my own. This is partly because I grew up as a Jehovah’s Witness, so I never celebrated my birthday as a kid, and it’d feel weird to start as an adult. It’s also because I have what my therapist terms “a pathological dislike of attention” so the idea of sitting in a room while people stare at me and sing to me and bring me presents sounds like actual hell.

However, I am quite proud of turning 30, because I never thought I would. And since you’re all staring at screens instead of directly at me, and none of you are going to sing to me because how would you anyway, and you’re definitely not sending me presents because fuck that shit, I thought I would take a moment to talk about turning thirty.  Read more