My Other Life’s blog

I have applied for a few big time jobs. I really hope I get one, if only because it will mean that I have to get an apartment by myself.

Because it occasionally shows me something extraordinary. In this case it is a java applet called "We Feel Fine" which searches for the phrase "I feel" and categorizes it for easy browsing. Broken down by feeling and age and gender and location. This is all back-story, of course.

I can't help sabotaging myself. I don't know why but this kind of behavior has always been present. Things can be going along in the right direction and then I take two steps off the cliff. Somehow I can't stop it. It doesn't feel good but it feels right? I'm not sure how to explain it. Again, normalizing maladaptive behaviors. My entire life is counter-productive. But how do I explain this to people? No one deserves to get tangled up in my mess. But even seemingly insignificant actions are driven by the same impulses.

There is something very satisfying about sitting in the hallway reading erotica off your computer while your roommates stand four feet away.

What if I'm not good enough to love or to fuck?

Hello, readers (if there are any). I just started this blog, "My Other Secret Life." The idea came to me last Sunday as I was reading PostSecret's latest update. I realized that there were a lot of things that I wanted (needed?) to tell someone but often feel like I can't. Rather than slowly going mad in my own mind, I figured it was probably easier to find somewhere I could post anonymously. Hence, this page.

So check back often. I'll probably be updating every few days. I may start sending in cards to PostSecret, so if any of them are posted on their page, I'll link to them here. Otherwise, enjoy your weekend and your public lives!