Nadine Buxton-Whatoname
Bio
Insanity : Sanity : Flesh : Spirit : Selfishness : Giving : Fears : Transcendence : Fuckery : Insights : Flashes of Clarity : Moments of Madness : Addiction : Recovery : Introversion : Center of the Room : Lost : Finding : Human
Stories (6/0)
Real Butter and Good Mayo
There are a few things I don’t skimp on at the grocery store, two of those are mayo and butter. I won’t even order a sandwich at a place I know uses budget mayo and I will eat toast dry rather than put a “spread” on it. Call me a snob, I’m ok with that. My friends understand.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname3 years ago in Humans
Escaping or Finding Freedom
Escaping or Finding Freedom? From the very first time, I fell in love with the euphoria of running away. That chains are off, feet are moving, heart is pounding breaking out into the cool night air was like a hit of some new drug. What’s not to love about that? The problem was, I was bringing just as much trouble with me than I was leaving behind. It took years for me to get tired enough to do something different.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname3 years ago in Psyche
The Real “Invisible” Man
Elizabeth Moss stars in a new version of the Invisible Man where she plays a woman caught, but somewhat escaping, the clutches of an abusive and controlling man. As for how good the movie is, it was a “Meh, I’m not mad at it” on a scale of “made me angry it was so bad” to “Whoa, I need to tell all my social media peeps to watch this movie!!!” . In spite of it being a bit on the lukewarm side of “ok”, it did inspire me to delve into some mind soup on the topic of life after domestic violence.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname3 years ago in Psyche
Dear Trump Supporter
Dearest Trump Supporter: I know how a good many of you are feeling right now because I’ve been right where you are. I clearly remember the mad cycle of grief, anger, frustration, frustration, anger and grief that I tumbled in 4 years ago. I recall feeling like the world had been flipped upside down and turned suddenly hostile. It was hard to breathe, to think, to move. (I even took a personal day off from work because I was so depressed.) Social media became a mine field of people gloating, poking fun and showing their utter contempt for all I held dear. They laughed at and mocked my concerns, my discomfort and mostly my pain. They called me a “snowflake” and said things like “Suck it up” and “Awwww, your little feeeeeeeelings are hurt??” and more. My like-minded friends become safe havens, we shared a mad hope that it was all a bad dream or that the election would be overturned or that possibly aliens would come and take us to another more hospitable planet. It was a struggle to find sanity and any sense of safety or peace. Maybe some of you relate to this, maybe not…maybe some do but can’t yet admit it. I understand that too.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname3 years ago in The Swamp
RED and BLUE make PURPLE
Do you see it yet? I didn’t at first. I saw a reason to lament, to shake my head in disgust, to say to myself “Are you serious??”. A Voice, That Voice, cracked open the door and quietly asked “Why would it be different?” Then I saw it, and once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. It’s like that optical illusion plate picture where all the plates are upside down but once you see the one that is right side up, suddenly ALL the plates are right side up. And once you see it, you can’t unsee it. I can’t unsee what I have now seen. “Why would it be different” indeed. Good one God, got me.
By Nadine Buxton-Whatoname3 years ago in The Swamp