It was Sarah P from Chemistry. I felt silly having her ask why I was here rather than preparing for the formal because we didn't know each other that well. We had worked in the same group in labs chemistry labs twice and we chatted in the hallway between classes,...

When I arrived at the cafe , my mystery date wasn't there. I mean maybe she was, but she never approached me. I stood around flipping between checking my phone and examining the guests, until eventually I grew anxious about loitering in the cafe without buying anything. It didn't look...

Everybody I had known until that one October attended that Autumn Formal. I was the only one to miss out on it. 

Skipping the formal wasn't my plan. In fact I was dressed to the nines when I got that mysterious text message. I had been re-gelling my hair in...

They bonded over rooibos tea. In college it would've been late night coffee or beer , but by this time, they were more responsible. So uncaffeinated rooibos it was.

The sun set early in that time they first met: transition into late autumn. Even though the days would become shorter in...

A lot of the thing happening in my life looks weird. Things that don't seem to fit who Abe is. But when thinking about what exactly makes these things weird, I realize it has nothing to do with the things themselves being weird and more with the fact that I'm...

When you read this you will be in a dark place with no believable escape. And you will hate the person who wrote this. You'll be tempted to close out of this immediately, what do you have to learn from me anyways? And though I beg you to not do...

Thinking of how life is like Squid Game  

Most drop out before the beginning.

And the beginning isn't the beginning.

Sticking it out to until end is good enough for most.

Try to take moments in between and figure out if you're doing the right thing.

And make sure you're not doing the wrong...

"Jean. aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She hadn't expected to run into anyone, but she wasn't displeased by the encounter. She had decided to take the entire day off and instead spend it at the cafe doing nothing at all, besides for drinking large volumes of coffee and  rooibos...

She sat there sipping black coffee , so much of it that she wondered if it would turn her blood black. Black blood was a thing. She read about it in a Jo Nesbo novel. If you stabbed someone in the liver you would watch the blood pour out black.

Apparently...

Something about networking events makes you act different. Especially when around someone super successful. You start trying to think of interesting things to say. You begin feeling like the beginning lines of Eminem 's Lose Yourself. 

I've been around that rodeo enough now that I catch myself. You don't need...