fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
I Will Never Understand Why People Get Mad At Me For Having A Preference For CertainWomen
All of them. If you are a guy, you can infer from the picture above what I mean. Okay, on to the topic. I will never understand why it is seen as bad for me or anyone to prefer a certain type of woman.
Sitting here thinking of how this pandemic has affected society. Comparing last year to this year and listening to the public struggle with what do believe in and how to process. This is something I am forced to do on a daily basis.
Ramayana: The Shiva Perspective
Ramayana is a very interesting story, not the least because it gives us a glimpse into the times when humanity was just getting started.
Love, The Vaccine & Other Drugs, Part 1
The pandemic has bridged us both together and apart in many ways. The biggest divide besides social isolation, death, and distance is that of moral values. The following story reflects how the moral dilemma between freedom and social responsibility has interfered in our intimate relationships.
Oreum. The volcanic clusters rose like geographic tombs throughout the island of Jeju. After the expedition scale climbing on Dinosaur Ridge on the mainland, the oreums were short pleasant hikes. We decided to hike all of them. The Pacific Ocean surrounding the island wouldn’t let you forget how this island was formed. The forces of nature had solidfied a work ethic bound to creation. The highest elevation on Mt. Halle. the geometric rock formations, the caves, the river, the ponds, the beaches of white sand and black rocks. We wondered if anywhere else in the world had nature created so diversely so succinctly.
If I Could Turn Back Time
What would I tell myself back in January 2020, if I could? Who is that January 2020 woman and what does she know today, that she needed to know back then?
A Life in Review
I can feel my legs give out, and I’m falling. The trip to the ground seems to stretch on for an eternity. Some part of me senses the cyclists detected some note of distress and have doubled back towards me.
At a Chinese Bank with Ms. Wang and her middle-aged manager
I sat across the table from the accountant, a lady in maroon and blue uniform. I can’t see her face because of the mask, and I wonder if she was smiling underneath the cover, or if she would be relieved from having to show any facial expression. There are two other ladies right next to her desk in identical uniforms and similar glasses. I’m starting to have a hard time differentiating them - even their headbands are the same.
A Sun Dog Afternoon
There were rituals to coming home that had to be closely observed, if the delicate peace the house had achieved was to be maintained. It was called Sugar Valley on the map, but Sara laughed out loud the first time she saw it written. No one who had ever lived there called it that. Home is almost always a bittersweet place, she thought, but Sugar Valley was surely more bitter than sweet. Maybe that’s how most everyone felt about their home, though.
The sun, the cave, the line
The sun, the cave, and the line are all spaces full of light and shadows but void of clarity. Laying there with new lungs, I counted the breath - in 1, out 2, in 3, out 4, in 5. I tried to hold a whole measure and in less than half a beat, realized I was not the one breathing. Out 6. Perfectly spaced, almost like water evenly freezing, each breath expanded moving the warm air farther and farther away. I laid like a frozen placid pond with no song to sing.
Same Old Dance
The thing is, I could tell what she was thinking the whole time, from her first spontaneous hug, to how she responded to my touch when we traded massages, how I responded to hers.
The Way Out
The effects hit me hard - probably because the last handful had prematurely capped off the one before it. Of all nights, tonight would be the night to fall back into the old, medicating habits. Jackson’s news - even as cynically numb as I had become to his unpredictability - did shock me. I knew he was depressed, and after three years of codependency, I should have been happy for his most recent need to move to India in order to “understand life.”