Dead End Connections

College is a horrible place to meet people. I mean, yes, at college you’re surrounded by thousands of peers all living under similar circumstances and with similar goals in a way you never will be ever again and all, but still. The sort of relationships with other people that colleges foster are peculiar. Some people…

I’m Not Like the Others—and That’s a Lie

Last year, I didn’t want to write, so I posted photo after photo of the sky.”I haven’t moved beyond noticing this pattern to analyzing what it says about me,” I wrote. Today, I will move in that direction. Take a quick scroll through my Instagram or Camera Roll, and you’ll see landscapes, not people. Part…

Other Lives, Other Selves

It’s easy to forget that people have entire lives that don’t intersect with yours. It’s easy to watch your parents mold their lives around yours and forget they had jobs, other thoughts, and other people to occupy their time before you were ever born. It’s easy to see people on campus organizing clubs, completing academic…

Talking Body

Last year I wrote about understanding my body; the natural extension is to talk about understanding other people’s bodies. Unfortunately, this seems to be impossible. Health and sickness do not occupy everyone’s bodies the same way. There’s that friend who eats trash everyday and stays model-thin, and the one that eats painstakingly portioned salads and…