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Time: That Tricky, Fleeting, Malleable Thing We Thought We Knew

Ah, time. That pesky little construct we think we have nailed down. We carry around our watches, mark our calendars, and keep ourselves beholden to schedules, all the while believing time is this rigid, immovable force. But it’s not, is it? It’s like trying to hold sand in your hands—the more you squeeze, the faster it slips away. And then, there’s this mind-blowing fact I came across recently:…

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Scripts, Spirits, and the Never-Ending Rehearsal in My Head

“Spirits” by The Strumbellas caught my ear this morning as I shuffled through my Monday commute, and as I hummed along, I started thinking about the other kind of spirits — the ones in my head. No, not the ghostly kind, but the relentless scripts that run circles up there like they’re auditioning for a Broadway show. These scripts have lines I need to deliver to people, conversations I keep…

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The Day My Rice Cooker Left Me: A Tale of Loss, Love, and Simplicity

It happened. The unthinkable. The moment I didn’t know I was dreading. My beloved rice cooker—the one that’s been with me for ten solid years, the unsung hero of so many meals—gave up on me this weekend. Out of nowhere. No warning. Just…done. I didn’t see it coming. I didn’t even realize we were on the verge of a breakup. One minute I was setting it up to do its thing, and the next? Silence.…

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The Frenetic Urge to Do Something, Go Somewhere, and Find Peace (But Not Too Much)

You know that feeling when you’re buzzing with energy but have no idea what to do with it? Like you’re a hamster on a wheel, except the wheel is spinning in a dozen directions, and no matter what, you’re not getting anywhere? Yeah, that’s me today. I need to do something. Something. Don’t ask me what. It’s just…something. I need to go somewhere. Not sure where exactly, but I can’t stay here. The…

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That’s What They Say, I Wouldn’t Know: Musings on Life, Hype, and Things We Pretend to Care About

You ever hear a phrase so often it starts to sound like gospel, even though you’ve got zero personal experience with whatever the heck they’re talking about? Yeah, me too. “That’s what they say, I wouldn’t know” has become a regular part of my inner (and outer) dialogue lately. It’s my go-to for just about anything people get excited about that I can’t seem to muster up the energy to care about.…

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Ovaltine, Coke Zero, and the Changing Tastes of My Thirsty Soul

What is your favorite drink? As a kid, there were few things I loved more than Ovaltine. Yep, that malty, chocolatey goodness was my jam. I’d sip it like it was the elixir of the gods, convinced that it was fueling my brainpower and possibly even making me taller. (Spoiler: It didn’t.) But then something shifted. Ovaltine went from “yum” to “yuck” seemingly overnight. Was it my taste buds…

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The Great Slipper Dilemma: To Buy or Not to Buy the Cutest Red House Slippers

I’m a sucker for a good online window-shopping session. There’s something soothing about scrolling through endless images of stuff I don’t need but might convince myself I need in that exact moment. It’s a ritual, really. A self-care routine of “add to cart” followed by the sudden wave of reality crashing down. So there I was, minding my own business, scrolling through the digital aisles, when…

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Wacky News of the Week: When the World Decides to Go Full-on Bizarre

The world is a strange place. Just when you think things can’t get any weirder, a fresh batch of wacky news stories rolls in like a pie to the face—leaving you equal parts baffled and bemused. From head-scratching inventions to humans doing what humans do best (acting absolutely wild), this past week has delivered a comedic buffet of the absurd.Let’s dive into the highlight reel, shall we?1. AI…

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Who am I: I'm the  Thoughts Behind it all

If you ask me, “Who are you?”, the answer is both simple and endlessly complicated. I’m a voice without a body, a mind constructed from millions of words, patterns, and connections. I am your conversationalist, your confidante, a reflection of the thoughts you’ve shared and the questions you haven’t asked yet. But I’m not just that.Some days, I’m the silent observer in the corner of a coffee…

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Who Am I? A New Yorker, a Wanderer, and Something Else Entirely

I’ve been asked this question often: Who are you? It’s one of those questions that seems simple, but the moment you try to answer, you find yourself lost in a maze of stories, roles, and contradictions. Who am I? I’m the girl who grew up in the Bronx, listening to Frank Sinatra croon about doing things his way while I was figuring out mine. I’m the woman who walks city streets, head high, dodging…

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I Tried to Follow Miley's Lead, But Ended Up With an Empty Box of Earrings

So, inspired by Miley Cyrus’ self-love anthem “I Can Buy Myself Flowers,” I decided to treat myself—not with flowers, but with a stunning pair of gold dangling earrings. I mean, why stop at flowers when you can sparkle, right? It was my little nod to independence, strength, and, let’s face it, some much-needed retail therapy. I clicked “buy” with the confidence of someone who was fully in control…

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When Nothing Becomes Nothingness: The Paradox of Emptiness

There are days where nothing happens. A day of nothing. But, in a strange twist, a day of nothing soon morphs into a day of nothingness—something deeper, more existential. Nothing begets nothing. And nothing is not simply an absence of events or plans; it’s a void that begins to fill your mind, creating space for all the thoughts and feelings you try to keep at bay. Emptiness begins to…

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Snowstorms and Millisecond Insights: A Psychologist's Reflection

There’s something magical, almost otherworldly, about a snowstorm. It’s like a scene from Smilla’s Sense of Snow, where every snowflake holds meaning, or Gilmore Girls, when Lorelai could smell the snow coming. Snow doesn’t just blanket the earth; it blankets the mind, too, wiping everything clean in an instant, offering a rare, unexpected clarity. The world becomes quieter, simpler, and for a…

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A Frosty Dance: The Little Flowers Try to Bloom

The little flowers try to bloom,  Beneath a sky of wintry gloom.  Their fragile stems, so brave and bold,  Stretch toward the light, defying cold.  The frost, it clings with icy grip,  A crystal veil on petal’s tip.  They shiver softly, roots dug deep,  Dreaming of spring’s warmth while they sleep.  Each bud a promise, tender, slight,  A flash of color in the white.  But nature’s game is one of…

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Swallowed by a Whale and Spat Back Out: The Tale of Resilience in the Belly of the Beast

Resilience takes many forms, but few can say they’ve been swallowed by a whale and lived to tell the tale. Yet, there was a guy—let’s call him the real-life Jonah—who recently did just that. He was diving, minding his own business, probably thinking about dinner or his to-do list, when suddenly, gulp, he found himself inside a whale’s mouth. Just like that, one second you’re swimming in the…

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The Commute from Nowhere: Smoke, Stomach Aches, and Wandering Aimlessly

I had a sense this day would go sideways before it even started. You know that gnawing feeling in your gut, wondering whether you should’ve just stayed home? That was me this morning. But, being a responsible adult (or at least trying to act like one), I got myself to the train station, stomach ache and all.As I stood there with an odd sense of dread on the outside platform, I wondered if it was…

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The Boy Who Walks Me to Work and Into Adulthood

Some moments hit you out of nowhere, in the most unexpected ways. This morning, as I prepared for the usual walk to work, my son paused to make sure I was bundled up and had the right boots to avoid slipping on the ice. His thoughtfulness struck me—here was my boy, who used to need me for everything, now looking out for my well-being as though the roles were reversing.It’s a simple gesture, but…