i wrote a good post idea on my hand and then i showered

The title says it all.

This post is purely a public announcement to never write brilliant ideas on your hand if you bathe regularly…a metaphoric representation of my life… and in memoriam of the post that could have been.

I have no idea what the post was going to be, but it would have been Bible-worthy, probably.

Rest in peace, post of the century.

i wrote a good post idea on my hand and then i showered

The loneliest feeling

So it’s 3:06 a.m. and you still have another two hours AT LEAST of data science homework to finish (like, seriously? how is being able to use the manhattan formula to cluster types of wine ever going to fucking help me in life? sorry, I’m bitter and tired), and you check Spotify to see what your friends are listening to because it’s better than fighting with Excel and you need to feel some connection to a human in this desolate, virtual world.

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To your horror, all your closest pals – those who you’d take a bullet for, probably, or at least share your beer with – have abandoned you.

It’s a cold, dark feeling being left behind…you’re not sure what to do with yourself and you question if finishing data science is worth it at this point because cleaRLY NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU.

I hope you’re never the last of your Spotify friends to be awake doing homework, but on the bright side, I’m probably still awake, too.

Follow me on Spotify so you always have a friend! (RaePollock)

The loneliest feeling

trends [a slam poem]

what a neat-o trend to be dark and unhappy –
you’re all infatuating, really.
you can continue being so conceited and
mysterious.
but while you’re sorting through your unnecessary dramatics and
posing for the society that is already so absolutely obsessed with
themselves and their image,
i will be happy.
and though you and your inner publicist will
look down on my breaking the mold you’re stuffing your
proudly depressed and quiverringly beautiful self into,
i will be happy.
and while your judgmental asshole of a being will only see
my “flaws” that you call flaws
that are not flaws at all,
but are actually strengths that differentiate me from the herd
that you’re killing and forcing your bloody, skeletal-of-a-self to run with,
i will be happy.
and when you’re trapped, knee-deep
in a rut of superficial bullshit,
following the rest of society and
trudging further into the broken pits of conformity
that your young, dreaming self once laughed at,
you wont even notice me making my own path, and
i will be happy.
and when your brain-washed mind is too hyper-focused on yourself making this short gift of a life hell by hating the corpse you no longer recognize,
the one youve created,
the one staring blankly at you in your shiny mirror,
you will fail to see that i am happy
and that you would be lucky to be me.
rae
trends [a slam poem]

kittens & cuts

I recently babysat my friend’s new kitten and the little ball of fur taught me a few things.

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For one, it taught me that I still really hate cats. Don’t let this picture fool you. I don’t care how cute a cat is, it doesn’t take away from the fact that it shits in a box and eats slop that smells worse than a dumpster.

This kitten also taught me that I like going back to things that hurt me. This cat had claws similar to tiny straws sharpened with an x-acto knife: not too sharp, but not something I want to rake across my skin 500 times.

This kitten, his name is Connor, clawed me every single time I picked him up. As soon as he’d claw me, I’d get pissed off and set him down and do something else. Then, five minutes later, I’d want to pick him up again (he’s really cute, okay!?)

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I don’t care how much you hate cats, he’s really freaking cute.

So anyway, he’d claw the shit out of my arm and then I’d come back and try to cuddle with him five minutes later.

This is reasonable with a cat because a cat can be an asshole and not cause horrible emotional damage.

People, though, definitely can.

I recently finally got myself out of a toxic relationship. For months, this kid would scratch the shit out of my arm and then I’d come crawling back (he was also really cute, for the record.)

This is the same concept what happened between me and the little kitten, but let me tell you the scars caused by Connor were nothing in comparison by the ones caused by this boy.

If someone doesn’t treat you right, then don’t keep going back. It may be hard to resist his pretty blue eyes and soft fur (wait, am I talking about cats or people?), but, for your own safety and wellbeing, you have to.

It’ll hurt more than anything at the time, but you’ll be stronger and better off in the long run.

Who wants to be around someone who gives you scars, anyway?

Cats, too. Who wants to be around cats? They’re the actual worst.

kittens & cuts

retracings & rethinkings

I never wanted this blog to be a diary or a journal. No one cares about that stuff.

This post might begin to sound like a journal entry at first, but stick with me.

This past week has been awesome. I got a job I wanted and I was only stuck in dehabilitating  thoughts about my ex for a fraction of the time I have been before this week. I spent this past week pushing the bad out of my head and doing everything in my power to focus on what and who makes me happy.

I started hanging out with different groups of people. I put myself in situations where I felt on edge and out of place and I talked to people who I’ve always seen on campus but I assumed they hated me for some reason. Basically, I went outside my comfort zone, which is a place I haven’t been in a long time.

Going outside my comfort zone was thrilling and lead me to different things that I would have missed out on had I stayed in bed all weekend because my roommate was gone (which is what I usually do.)

But everyone knows that can happen when you try new things. And it just so happened that trying new things was a really positive experience this time around, which is great. So life was good.

And when life was good, I stopped blogging.

This may not sound like a big deal because I stop blogging all the time (I’m not the most consistent of people, if you haven’t noticed), but I stopped blogging for a different reason.

Usually I don’t blog because I have too much going on with school or I drink too much that weekend, but this time I didn’t blog because I was happy.

I was lying in bed just now at 1:25 in the morning, and I realized that. And it was such a cripplingly sad realization.

“Why? Who gives a shit?”

I only blog when I’m sad. Or, rather, I used to only blog when I was sad (because I’m going to change that), which is so completely terrible because when I’m sad I think a lot and I want to remember the realizations I’m coming to. This in itself isn’t a bad thing, but I have all these blog posts and documentations of my sad thoughts and I don’t have any from when I’m happy.

“I want to focus on the things that make my heart race and make me smile without thinking”

Sure, happy people probably don’t have time to blog while those stuck in clouds of sadness have nothing but time to complain, but blogging makes me happy and I want to make time for it in the happiest of times.

I realize the theme of my blog is kind of depressing because in general I’m a kind of sad person, and I’m not trying to change that about myself. I just want to change what I remember about these years of my life.

I want to focus on the things that make my heart race and make me smile without thinking, like the feelings and thoughts running through my head when I got the job I’d wanted, instead of dwelling on the deep, dark things running through my head.

Does that make sense? The dark things will always be present, and I want to learn from them because I think they’re really rich in content, but I want to remember and live and breathe the positive things. And that’s so goddamn important and so goddamn easy to lose sight of.

I think people are really dramatic and sad and deep and it’s unnecessary. We should be focusing on what gives us life, and not what tears us closer to death.

retracings & rethinkings

look i have a playlist also named triangles & tree rings

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If you’ve been wondering what the playlist version of this blog would be, then you’re in luck!

This is a compilation of songs that I’ve been collecting for a few months now, and I update it all the time with more songs that I think embody “triangles and tree rings.”

This playlist has fairly slow electronic music that allows you to think while you’re listening to it. Whether you’re thinking about triangles or tree rings or how badly you want Chipotle right now, that’s what this playlist is for.

look i have a playlist also named triangles & tree rings