It’s me versus me

I’m the best that ever lived

and I’m preparing to face the best

it works (:

This past weekend at a party someone joked, “Who are you?”

The most dreaded question in the room.

Who am I? i?

I’m me.

a thinker.

A writer.

A person who gets jiggy to Thriller.

I’m Jack’s raging bile duct.

The truth is–

I don’t know who i am. And it’s looking like I never will.

not knowing is OK. Doubting. Searching. All the scary stuff I left behind in my Dykstra dorm room–it’s back. It never left.

And it’s here to stay. From today, I toast to not knowing. To all which frightens the core of my being.

“To discover the night is to discover the light”

eat the loss.

be angry at the world.

and pick fights as you go forward.

is one of those most socially dangerous things you can do.

My friend explained, “I had a gun pulled on me” –albeit, my friend was boning a married woman whose husband was a bouncer. But still. Dangerous.

Today, I lost whatever modicum of integrity I still had by asking a coworker on a date–then finding out she has a boyfriend. In front of the entire office.

Living single sucks. Period. Or maybe, semicolon; because it’s also a smattering of the most exciting and rewarding experiences in my life.

I can’t say I chose it.

But I’m gonna choose to love it.

“I’m fighting to have my September 10th country back”–Jesselyn Radack.

No one warned me that my late 20s were going to be this awkward .