Do you ever experience self-doubt, anger, or sadness? Congratulations, you know what it is like to be human. How can you overcome these feelings? Maybe it is a mixture of both the simple and complex? Every year there are numerous well-funded articles trying to sell the best way of overcoming anxiety, ideally applicable to virtually anyone reading in their cultural context. Continue reading “The Anxiety Business”
Eels are the physical manifestations of souls.
That sounds quite unbelievable, I know. Just
hear me out on this. Continue reading “Eels are the Physical Manifestations of Souls (Poem)”
Many Americans tend to express their excitements more openly, especially in the media, compared to many of their Non-Western counterparts. Viewers are exposed to an amplified expression of excitement, happiness or anger in order to convey a certain agenda. With the dramatic music and the overuse of “oh my God,” American media can be quite a spectacle. So, turn off the TV! There will be a relief. Continue reading “American Media and the Civilization Show”
No matter how much I tried to shut my eyes, I just couldn’t fall asleep thanks to those racing thoughts for what was to come. There was also no doubt that stress sweat eventually took over. Bleh. I was so tired. My body and mind would eventually rest, but not now because there were too many nerves involved. And, I actually pulled a rare all-nighter. That morning was the first time I attended community college. Continue reading “The Youthful Roars of Community College”
It truly feels like forever since I last posted on Cathartic Tendencies. To be real honest with you, I haven’t been working on any writing projects either. My excuse? I left Poland and have been busy readjusting to American life during the holiday season. Thanks to so much going on there wasn’t that much room or air for inspiration. Continue reading “A Semi-Spontaneous Post for the End of December”
Another twig inserted onto his flesh. The boy removed the object trivially and continuously ran as though life would be ripped away at any given moment. Not a single second was dedicated to stopping track among the dense woods. “Come out guys!” screamed the boy in a hoarse voice. Then, the running suddenly stopped. Continue reading “The Babayaga and the Boy (Short Story)”
She, the wise old woman stares
at a former city with nightmares
left. Will good times ever return?
Or will this city forever burn?
She sees light of hope left
as armored ones fight with theft. Continue reading “Degraded Humility (Poem)”
I once had the chance to attend this get-together of people in the age range of twenty-five to twenty-eight. One phrase kept on creeping in that evening. “We’re so old!”
Old? Excuse me. For me, being old meant being close to death as a result of the body slowly crumbling from the passage of time.
Continue reading “What’s the Point of Old Age?”
What would I do to be eighteen again? I belonged to a group that would inevitably fall apart by summer. They were high school exchange students.