Archive for August 2013

The Good, The Bad and The Smoking

So, I’m smoking for the month of August. Yes, it sounds preposterous. If you’ve ever been addicted to cigarettes, you are thinking, “Really? Just August? How do you think you’re going to manage that?” And that is a super fair question, given that I’ve heard countless times that cigarettes are more addictive than heroin.  I... Read more »

If There Were *Two* Guns, He Would Have Killed Them All

I saw a few articles in my news feed yesterday about a school shooting in Georgia. I didn’t click on them, because frankly, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the needless death and senseless violence perpetrated by sick people with easy access to mass murder machines that are couched in the premise of “protection.”... Read more »

And So It Begins

I’ve started the slow creep of titrating back onto one of my meds. I’m not sure if it is the reason for my sluggishness today, but I feel distracted and sleepy and unmotivated. I don’t want to write anything even as I see things every day, every hour that I want to be writing about.... Read more »
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I Can See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone

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There is a song called “I Can See Clearly Now” by Johnny Nash. According to Wikipedia, it is an optimistic song with an “unabashedly upbeat tempo in D-major.” I’ve never really thought of it as super upbeat. First, because it just seems kind of mid-tempo reggae style, and second, every time I hear it, I think... Read more »

Hoarding, Freezing and Sleeping, Oh My!

The title of this post sounds like something a bear would do with a surplus of berries pre-hibernation. But instead, it is a vicious cycle in my life that I am finding it terribly hard to break. It goes a little something like this: Looking at a room full of stuff that needs to be... Read more »

Rob Thomas Knows Where It's At

It’s funny. I’ve always loved music of all sorts. All eras, genres, tempos and styles. I grew up listening to the oldies station, courtesy of my father, and my sister and I grew up in the beautiful, golden era of Top 40 — where “Round and Round” and “You Can Call Me Al” and “Like... Read more »
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It's Too Early For This -- Losing Matt Ryd

It's Too Early For This -- Losing Matt Ryd
Unfortunately, I expected to write about death and dying and suicide here.  I just didn’t think it would be the second post.  I didn’t get a chance to fill out my “Where To Get Help” page yet.  I thought I had some time. But, isn’t that always how it goes? There’ll always be more time,... Read more »

This Is -- I, am -- An Unquiet Chicagoan

My name is Jocelyn Geboy (GAY-boy). I am 39 years old. I was born and raised in Southeastern Wisconsin, and have lived in Chicago for 16 years. I live in Rogers Park with my roommate, C, and have a cat, named Flannery O’Connor, who is approaching 19 years old (Flan — Fl-ANN, not FL-ahn, like... Read more »