The Bobbing Orb, as I have experienced it, occurs when I am overstimulated with noise, assignments, and social interactions. It is when my brain ceases to be an ordered arrangement of reason, memory, schedule, and responsibility and collapses—rather artfully—into a series of floating tendrils that barely keep me tethered to my basic obligations.
I never knew that a black dog plushie could make me feel so many things. I was visiting my older sister this past weekend, hoping to catch up and unwind from quite the busy week. While we certainly did all those things and I returned to campus feeling grounded, I was hung up on one…
There is nothing more unsatisfying than waking up from a nap and still feeling unrested. As someone who took an unsavory nap today, I can say with all due passion and emphasis that it is one of the most aggravating experiences known to man. In fact, my experiences with these imposter naps have been so…
I was convinced that I had seen everything until I watched the guy in front of me in the breakfast line at Mac slap two dollops of ketchup onto his pancakes and walk away like he didn’t just defy the laws of nature. I remember watching this event unfold in front of me and wondering…
