One-Liner Wednesday – Trends come and go…

The truth about conformity, is it bites without a sting
Trends come and go, but when you’re alone it doesn’t mean a thing

I always champion being a trend setter instead of a trend follower. It’s cheaper, less stressful and you don’t fall into the trap of comparing yourself to other people.

This my entry for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday. Deets are here.


Detritus | JusJoJan. 31.


the pieces that are left when something breaks, falls apart, is destroyed, etc.

It’s 2017 and somehow we appear to be living in the midst of the broken pieces of our own humanity. People no longer have sympathy for those less fortunate than them, let alone compassion. Moving stories are now being ironically called fake news. Victims apparently only have themselves to blame, but at the same time everyone is a victim. Having a roof over one’s head is no longer a blessing but not enough. People want more and more, often at the expense of other people. 

I’ve thought about why this has happened and just reasoned that humans have become more impatient. Selfish. Self-centered. Self-absorbed. We want quick success and easy money. We want someone to blame for our problems. And now technology has made it so much easier for people to cherry pick their targets. There’s always going to be a scapegoat. 

We’re broken and sadly, there’s no repair manual. 


Just a quick response to the last JusJoJan prompt. Happy February, peeps. 

Racism, writing

Flash Fiction: Momma Always Said

Hm. I suppose I could create a writing blog but I’m lazy so I will just post some short stories here from time to time. Or maybe just this one. Who knows? 🙂

I originally wrote this with the racial tension with the US in mind. I think that while discrimination plays a huge part in the violence, sometimes the other issue is that these young people are failed by society and often fall down a dangerous path that exposes them to more discrimination than their their peers and this saddens me. Continue reading “Flash Fiction: Momma Always Said”


Floating in jelly

This week was extra dramatic for me. Call it hormones or stress, or whatever but I felt like I was just here but not here. My mind was a million miles away but not far enough. It was what I imagine being trapped in jelly would be like. Still but, y’know, you’re well aware that you’re trapped in jelly. 

I’m kind of horrible to myself when I get in these moods. I can’t sleep. I either don’t eat or eat poorly. I can’t do anything that isn’t nothing because my neck tenses up so tightly that it hurts

Yeah, my arch nemesis is anxiety and stress eczema. It tends to roll around at the same time. All I want to do is cry but also, what the fuck do I need to cry for? I’m not upset. Sure, my friendships are sort of dunzo because I’m bouncing (too much one-sided crap. Your girl is tired). And life is a huge question mark but I’m good. Or maybe I’m just pretending. 

Your guess is as good as mine. 

Response to – Float


I am enthusiastically unenthusiastic 

I mean, really, can anyone really tell me what there is to be enthusiastic about? 

Paycheck? That’ll be gone in a few weeks. 

Christmas? One day of eating, family drama and fits about presents we are lucky to receive. 

New Year’s, in which we pretend that 2017 will be better than the mess of 2016. 

Donald Trump’s Inauguration? Sums up the phrase ‘one man’s joy is another’s misery’. 

That new album by your favourite band? After a while it’ll be confined to the wrong end of our shuffle playlists. 

That movie that you really want to see it? Either a ticket is too expensive and you watch a shaky cam version and realise your enthusiasm has been misplaced, or you pay the money and then realise your enthusiasm has been misplaced. 

The friends you’re looking forward to catching up with but twist – they have better things to do. 

The new jeans that you wanted? Well, tough luck, they make you look fat. 

Your favourite actor is being adorable on social media? Just wait for them to slip up, it’ll happen. 

It’s your sports team year again? Oh, wait, false alarm. Unless you’re a Cubs fan because nobody saw that coming. I literally didn’t because I’ve never watched a game of baseball in my life but still. 

What is there to be enthusiastic about? 

Life, I suppose. I mean, at the end of the day, those of us in the position to be enthused over such trivial matters should be enthusiastic about life. Not about silly things but about the fact that we are here. We’re doing relatively okay. 

However, in a world where inequalities and bad things are used to garner fake sympathy and then cruelly tossed away, it’s hard to enthusiastic about anything.

Response to — EnthusiasmDaily Prompt