A lot of days aren’t so exciting. Some days can be quite dreadful, horrible, and maybe even disgusting when looking back at them. Anyone who went through bad times remembers that it gets better eventually, often times thanks to some form of intervention.Continue reading “Yawn. Everyday Life Usually isn’t Fun.”
Somehow life allowed me to live in two places at the same time. There were times when the question of if there’s more Polish or American “mentality” up in that messed up head was brought up by other people. Quite honestly, it doesn’t even matter that much. Both identities kind of mush together, so it’s sometimes hard to tell what aspect of my behavior is influenced by which culture. Continue reading “Identity and American Polonia”
Here are three situations that happened to some Americans who visited Poland (not true). 😉
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)”
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?”