But sometimes your tongue is so laden with all the ways you can phrase a sentence that you end up swollen and heavy-jowled, and all that comes from your lips are disjointed words interjected with hesitation and insecurity. You sit down, red, and pretend you aren't being stared at by people who're wondering what the hell you're doing there; you pretend you aren't pretending those people are staring at you because it's much easier to displace the responsibility of criticism than admit you hate some aspect of your identity.
Semiotics and life
I've been reading this handy guide to critical theory lately (my downtime reading) and the second I put it down, I have all these ideas and thoughts running through my head. I'm always like "Great! I have more stuff to blog about!" And then I get distracted by Runescape or Mass Effect 2. But not … Continue reading Semiotics and life