Secret Spot

The details of my whereabouts are highly sensitive. Fully classified. On a need to know basis. I’m sorry; it’s not you, it’s me. I’d love to tell you more, I really would. I have no ownership rights; you probably deserve it more, but fate would not have it that way. Somehow, I’m in the loop. … Continue reading Secret Spot

Placate my raging fomo

We personify jealousy as the green eyed monster. What beast is gnarly enough to personify an even darker emotion? I am haunted, plagued, tortured, by the beast that is: the fear of missing out. Fomo for short. The acronym slips off the tongue far too easily to portray just how devilish this emotion can be. … Continue reading Placate my raging fomo