Personal Blogging – Choices

‘You know, I’d probably actually read your blog if you would just write it in Dutch. I just don’t get why you do it in English.’ I get people commenting on me and my blogging endeavors every now and then. Friends and acquaintances that wander in from my Facebook timeline or Whatsapp statuses and discover

Peer pressure

I suppose this is what I get for moving to a small Christian town: I just went out and delivered 10 Christmas cards directly to my neighbours mailboxes. I don’t send Christmas cards. Ever. I never understood the need, want or necessity of it. Until I received 4 cards from neighbours I only randomly greet

I’m a killer.

In my house there live three plants. Three actual, non-plastic plants that I was somehow conned into purchasing as opposed to my strict plastic-greens-only policy up to that point. Because people, much like with babies, always feel like it’s their destiny to convince you to bring things into a house that require care. Whether it’s

Binge.

Today is a binge sort of day. Truthfully, I’m expected it might even be the windup for a binge sort of week (seeing as I’m off work next week and it’s the Holiday seasons so the stores are a veritable deathtrap of yummy foods that I can’t resist). I don’t have it in me to

Clueless – Blissfully Unaware

A lot of the reflecting that I do is brain-related. Or well, I obviously don’t mean the gushy slimy grey matter lump sitting there in your skull, but the brainy things connected to intelligence, or consciousness or awareness and patterns/behaviors that it controls. It’s fun to think about thinking. Or at least, that’s how I

Out of Touch

There’s been moments these past few lockdown-y months that I’ve had short episodes of extreme selfpity. To be expected, surely, and probably not a surprise to anyone. We all have these, in our lives, no matter how hard we try to hide and deny them – but I’ve never really believed in avoiding the hard

Not-so-smooth Operator

Oftentimes I find myself wondering at the apparent disconnect that exists between the operating speed of my brain, and that of my body. Mostly because it annoys the fuck out of me, pretty much every day in some way or another. One of the prime examples of my brain working faster than the rest of

Wishing for a White Christmas

This year I’m actually looking forward to snowy weather, even though it’s looking like we might not be getting any for December (although I swear I can smell snow in the air right now, even though the weather forecast says it’s not happening).  We’ll see who’s better in predicting the weather, eh? (My bet’s on

Points for humanity

I was always taught that when you cross someone on the street — you greet them. Growing up in a teeny tiny town (+-3000 inhabitants) in what is already considered an outregion…that’s just how things were. Basic deceny. Not greeting a person was actually actively corrected. I lost the skill when I moved cities to

The misery habit

I got an email from the ex last night.At least — that’s what I’m assuming seeing as it was an obviously fake mail-address and sent through the contact form on this website in his style of writing (fitting with the previous style of loves and comments to let me know he was still reading along