Rings Rhymes With Strings.


Part 3 in the unnamed girl series. 

Here’s Part 1 and 2




When I imagine people mingling in my home

My skin crawls.

I don’t have a problem with them

But all I see are their noses

Sucking up much of the same air I do

Breathing much of the same breath.


I get a little anxious, claustrophobic even,

But later on, I calm down.

Like my Ma used to say, “Everything will be alright”

Because they’ll eventually leave — because I’ve seen worse —

I’ve seen marriage.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: AngelGanev 


I’ve probably been enjoying writing this character a lot more than anything lately. Imagining what goes on in her headspace is quite interesting.

Maybe I’ll continue her story if I get another muse strike.


Headlights Kissing A Dead-End.


Ironic, is it not?

That the one who — even for a second —

Believes knows everything.

Knows absolutely nothing.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: AngelGanev 

A Leap.


I don’t believe in bad stories,

I believe in badly told stories.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: snatti89 

The 20-20 Colour Medley.


Most people tell me I’m cornered inside my own head,

That I’m a girl running away from her demons;

Sheltering a litter of skeletons inside some closet.

Skeletons …demons …How many exactly, geniuses?

I’m not mad because they make assumptions.

I’m mad because they can’t narrow their arithmetic.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: AngelGanev 


#2 in the unnamed girl series.

See #1 here

In Tune With The Dew.


The rain stopped …

Yet I’m still

Conscious of nothing

But the will

To survive.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: snatti89  

The Shade Closest To Black.


They can claim the body

But never the mind.

… Unless the driver,

Falls asleep at the wheel.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: AngelGanev 



Spare a moment stranger, take a walk in my shoes,

Look through my eyes; see life the same way I do.

Past my lenses, tell me what you see,

Apart from your mind playing tricks on you.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: AngelGanev 



“No, you don’t know what people are thinking or feeling. Stop embarrassing yourself”


Sometimes people are prone to make assumptions on how those around them feel or think based on what they feel and think. It’s a gamble that sometimes results in someone’s assumptions being wrong or in the worst-case scenario, destructive. 

In cognitive behavioural therapy, this habit is referred to as a mind-reading error, the belief that you know what someone else thinks or feels. Furthermore, you make an assumption and then act on it without any solid evidence. This can cause problems in any relationship.

Often what people see in others is a reflection of their own thoughts and feelings. If you think you’re an idiot, you’re more prone to think others think the same thing about you. If you see everything as a competition, you’ll assume everyone else is competing with you. I don’t need to mention how much this pisses me off.

The other time I told someone I was depressed and they said “I know how you feel”, No, you don’t. What, you think I find comfort in numbers? You think just because I know someone else is going through something similar it will make everything alright? Ridiculous. That’s the equivalent of saying going to prison is nice because you’ll be surrounded by other prisoners.

Listen, I don’t care if you think I think nothing of you. I’m too caught up in trying not to off myself every night without having to doctor your perceptions of me.

I’m sorry I can’t listen to your long-winded explanation of things I already know or find inconsequential. I’m distracted by thoughts of how the other night I held a knife close to my wrist for an inexplicable amount of time.

I’m sorry you think I keep things from you because I’m afraid you’ll judge. I’m sorry you can’t see past being a presumptuous and manipulative bastard to listen when I say I don’t trust you or anyone else. Want to hear my secrets? Be my therapist. 


Sometimes, dear reader. Sometimes, it’s just better to listen.







She wanted the world,

And you thought your soul

Would be enough. 


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: snatti89 




Ridiculousiology (3): Friendy-Fire Edition.


Art by: snatti89 

“Is Carol from management starting to get on your nerves? Is Dave asking you to go snowboarding again even though you got frostbite on the last slope? Is Janet not getting you that cardigan you’ve been requesting for your birthday since 8th grade?

Well, worry no longer because I’ve got you covered! I just happen to carry a set of standards so absurd all your friends will finally leave you alone. Because they’ll finally get the hint. That you’re insane” 

Ridiculousiology (1)

Ridiculousiology (2)

The theme for this entire series has been about the absurdity and or the ridiculous. Absurdity in everything really: from people being ridiculously presumptuous to curbing the temptation of falsifying delusional narratives formed by other people. When we get right down to it, life is just one ridiculous mess, isn’t it?

But I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s take it back a notch.

I understand how absurd everything is when you take a closer look, but today I wanted to focus on myself. What, you thought I couldn’t run a self-introspection session? I know I can be ridiculous, difficult to peg. We’re all human, we’re all flawed in some way or another. But you know what, I don’t care. I’ll never settle when it comes to friendships because one: I’m stubborn and two I’m an idiot – some would even go as far as calling me an a**hole but hey, there’s no need for that language here dear sir/madame 🙂

The thing is, I see every relationship I bridge as a chosen struggle. It doesn’t matter which one it is; they’re all the same. Better to have no friends if you know you can’t deal with that crap on a daily, because guess what, everyone and their grandma are bringing baggage.

I realize the absurdity of the situation I’m putting forward here because I’m not perfect either. But here’s the loop, I’m perfect for me because I’m all I’ve got. I came into this world alone and I will die alone. I’m not being negative; I’m just giving you a spoiler.

Getting side-tracked again … 

I’m so bad at keeping friends that the ones I had, I started calling family; it was the only way I could put order to the chaos I had started. The numbers were dwindling so fast. The kind of stuff that happens after you get an existential crisis from taking too much [redacted], really reflecting over why you keep certain people in your life despite them bringing nothing.

Family can be a pain, but there’s something of a bond there. They can p*ss you off but at the end of the day they are still your family (doesn’t exempt them from being cut off though), don’t judge me; that failsafe is necessary in case anyone gets too excited. 

I have run through many meditation cycles and all of them conclude that by traditional standards, I am a terrible friend. Oh so terrible, and I agree.

I can forget your birthday, I can afford not to talk to you for months or even years, I don’t share my personal life with you, I don’t want you near my house, I don’t want to come anywhere near yours, I’ll forget the names of your other friends as fast as you tell them  to me. And if I have a wedding (strong IF) I probably won’t invite you. In my defence, I won’t invite anyone – because, reasons.

My ‘problem’ (if you’re feeling so judgy) is that because I’ve formed a value system for myself that needs so little to keep me distracted (notice I said distracted and not happy) I somewhat expect others to have worked on themselves just as deeply. But of course, people are different, I know that. To be ‘happy’, some people want to go out with their friends, some want you to listen to their problems and assure them that everything will be fine. Some want a “happy birthday” message as soon as midnight hits. Some want a hug and a men’s or ladies night sprinkled in there somewhere. 

All of them are things that if you want, you should look for and find. We all seek different things, I just happen to demand a lot more. And maybe I do that because I don’t want anyone close, maybe by setting such a high bar, I prepare myself for disappointment. Or maybe, just maybe, I find people extremely annoying but at the same time pivotal in the formation of blog content.

The truth is, it could be any one of these things, but let’s not linger on the little details.


Art by: snatti89 




So I’ve made a list. A list of things that, if understood, should allow every one of my real-life friendships to go swimmingly. I’ve mixed genuine factors with those that carry satire. Apologies, ill-intenders, but this is far from being the fact-free party you wish it would have been. Truth is, if you know me well enough, telling apart the bits that are true and those which aren’t shouldn’t be too difficult.

I realize there’s no way anyone can adhere to all of them and stay sane. But heck, let’s do this:

  • If you start a fight, physical or otherwise, I will watch you get beaten (okay, maybe not watch – It’s not like I’ll enjoy it – but I won’t get involved). The only favour I owe you? Intervening when your life is at risk, I obviously don’t want you to die. But I will not be reeled into your battles, especially when they can easily be avoided.


  • Sometimes group-think is mistaken for harmony. I will put no effort into being a part of it, especially if it’s the former.


  • I’m a writer, words carry weight. If you are reckless in their use, you might not care but I will. What you do with them in your free time is none of my business, but overstep my boundaries and you’ll get to hear exactly what you need.


  • My vocabulary is expansive. Occupational hazard associated with writing and reading plenty. Don’t change up and be pretentious, trying to flex words you don’t otherwise use. No, it won’t impress me and yes, I’ll notice.


  • I believe in two people being similar but never the same. With that said,  don’t copy me. It doesn’t make me feel safe or understood. If anything, it makes me feel like I have two shadows.


  • Don’t give me artificial pressure based on trivial things that serve to benefit you. Learn to take “no” for an answer.


  • Don’t change who you are in the company of your love interest or other friends; especially at my expense. I will not be the brunt of your jokes and I will not adapt to your flimsy identity. Better luck in Improv theatre though.


  • I have a peculiar sense of humour. It’s easy to think all jokes are intended for an audience or a willing listener; especially if that’s how you function. But don’t mistake my jokes as being for you. They’re for me first, if anyone else happens to laugh, well, that’s just collateral damage.


  • I want you as a friend. I won’t allow myself to settle for needing you as one.


  • I don’t trust anyone. It may hurt hearing that but better to rip that band-aid before anyone gets too comfortable.


  • We don’t have to agree on everything to get along. I welcome perspective.


  • I don’t like inconsequential confrontations. Takes more energy to show you why you’re wrong than it does to mute your sound giving space for my imagination to run wild.


  • Don’t lie. Not even when you think it’s for my own good. Especially when you think it’s for my own good. I won’t see it that way.


  • I don’t cut people off with the snipping efficiency of a ribbon-cutting ceremony. I’m not a monster, outside of Tuesdays anyways. But, if you’re curious, keep doing what I ask you not to do and it shouldn’t take you long to find out.


  • You are not my responsibility (and vice versa). I’ve heard people say “good friends call each other out on their bullsh*t” and to that, I say, “Good friends don’t lie”. Except on someone’s wedding day, “Yes, Fred. You don’t look like you’re freaking out” “Yes, Fred. You are making the right decision”.


  • Your birthday is important to you; because of that, I’ll do my best to remember it. You can forget mine though. I mean, my birthday is special, for sure, but I don’t need presents or people to remember it to make it so. 


  • It doesn’t matter how special you think you are; you’ll never get the n-word pass with me (you’d be surprised how often this is a problem)


  • Don’t provoke me. We’re not in a zoo. Although, anyone who willingly provokes me probably belongs in one.


  • You don’t know me more than I do. To put what I’m saying into perspective, that’s like saying you know yourself more than I do, but you just so happen to know more about me as well. Adjust your ambitions accordingly.


  • Don’t make what I write about you.


  • I’m not secretive. I’ve just come to realize no one person can cater to every topic I wish to discuss with much-needed consistency. No one knows everything. But there are people who are better equipped to handle certain conversations. So if you hear nothing about my love life, well, you’re just not the first person I think of when I wish to talk about it.


  • I don’t think I’m smarter than you, you do.


  • Don’t worry about me feeling excluded. Chances are I’ll love the alone time. I’m extremely good at minding my own business.




Art by: snatti89

If you are out there being a friend to those that constantly require love and attention. I salute you. And please, keep doing what you’re doing; because without you, they won’t have many friends they can rely on and you wouldn’t want them to be stuck with someone like me, would you? Wouldn’t last a day.

The only people I can probably call friends are here. Those that share their experience with me through this medium. We haven’t met in real life and we probably never will, and that’s fine; perfect even. Because what you show me of yourselves is enough; I don’t need to delve deeper, you’re not a coal mine in the 60s.

This might be the last piece for this series. We’ll see …

Talk later. Much love.


– O.D. ©2020


Words I Wrote Sitting In The Sun’s Shadow.


There’s feeling loved

Then there’s feeling like just another statistic

In a long cost-benefit analysis.






No, your eyes do not fail you

The second verse is a complete omission;

Oh don’t be coy, you’ve always known me to be nice,

How else was I going to give you a moment to process

Why I left.


– O.D. ©2020


Art by: SeerLight


You can choose to love yourself more than those around you. But don’t forget (or rather be surprised) that everyone else is capable of doing the same. Just because you recently became aware of self-love, doesn’t mean the rest of the world was sitting idly waiting for you to discover it.

You are not the main character, and you most certainly have no plot armour.

If you’re Earth’s main character, I made a quote especially for you:

“All our deaths are coming, and they will be canon”


Ridiculousiology (3) coming soon…