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2:90 Unsettled



This reminds me that I am out of toilet paper.  Hope Gangloff.

This reminds me that I am out of toilet paper.
Hope Gangloff.

Hello Sweet Friends. I write today to express a wish you may not expect from the likes of me, what with my (once daily) preachings of EMBRACE CHANGE! Blithely create space amidst the chaos in which to make creepy things and say creepy things; space in which to let the process of unleashing your foamy-mouthed innards — your FEMINIST RAGE/your youthful obtuseness/your many-headed complexes/ your skittish, salivating, teeth-gnashing GUTS — keep your beauteous brain above in aqua pura. And while doggy paddling along in a tsunami is a necessary life skill requiring keen self awareness and bravery and absolutely every other character trait that I value… my arms are tired. I want a nap and a vegan ice cream cone. I haven’t published anything honest in weeks and my guts have essentially gnawed themselves to muculent nubs. Yeah, that’s right. Muculent. Nubs.

I’m sick of coping, sick of hustlin’. I am sick in general. I want to be settled — not in a married old lady kind of way, but in a wholly self-content, boss-ass bitch kind of way… just for a little while, you know? Since I started this blog, it’s become more apparent to me that I’m on a path. Reflecting on my interests and the ways I choose to spend my time have clarified my next destination, and I’m grateful for that. But for a while now, I’ve been stranded on the side of the road with the curbside litter and miscellany and a flat on my theoretical Schwinn. I’ve learned, in this limbo, that the frustrating part of finally figuring out what you want is living without it for an unknowable length of time. Now the question is “when?” When will Diddy roll up in his four-doored Fiat? When will a plaid-clad Logan Squarian come at me with a gleaming bike pump? When will I finally toss my helmet over my shoulder and declare “I’M WALKIN’, BITCHES!”?

Time will tell, homies. Time will tell. Truesdale out.


Author: twitchysister

Hey you! is largely devoted to musings on what balance means to an urbane, artsy-fartsy twenty-something. It’s tough out here for us post-grad women: if you’re not homeless, you’re doing something right. But do you, too, worry that you spend too much time furrowing your brows over your future when you should be unwrapping and relishing your present? Do you, like me, sometimes feel like everyone expects you to be the type of person who spends the majority of her entry-level “arts” paycheck on fifteen dollar old-timey cocktails, four a.m. cab rides home and everything sequined on the Urban Outfitters sale rack when, perhaps, you are really the type of person who would rather drink cucumber mint kale juice while wearing yoga pants and Googling reiki techniques? Is it possible that such a person is one and the same, and she is fabulous in her own, very confused right? Sister girl, I hear you. I know you. I accept you. I also know in my happy gut, full heart and coffee-addled brain that you and I are gorgeous glow worms, just as we are! We are sparkle ponies of light and love and we are still in the process of teasing out our true, authentic selves with all of this… living. So if you don’t have it figured out, if you acknowledge that you never will and that is tremendously exciting, if you want to connect with other smart chicks and tap into that charming inner-self of yours, then come back real soon, ya hear? We’re family now!

6 thoughts on “2:90 Unsettled

  1. As they say in Italian, “Piano, Piano” or “Slowly, Slowly” – in time things will begin to settle. And then a whole new set of challenges will arise. I know this is such a strange time of transition for our age group, but it’s a fun one. I have been feeling my own bit of settled lately, and part of it is that I’ve stopped going out. I mean, I go out. I go to lectures, and openings, and I am interning. But the drinking and staying out late has ceased and I feel like I am actually home long enough to eat the food in my fridge, make buckets of vegetable broth, do my laundry, and even finish hanging all of my framed art work. Carve out some time for the little things, then the big things may fall into place.

    Miss you! Also, confession, every time I walk past the Intelligentsia on Milwaukee (regardless of the time of day), I look for you. You are the mythical woodland fairy that resides in that coffee shop.

  2. I was in that Intelligentsia this morning! Let’s have a date there, fellow highly caffeinated woodland fairy! I rarely make time to sit… they don’t have outlets. I go to New Wave to be publicly antisocial :)

    Good for you for the little things! Truth: I went out last night. I may go out tonight… but the little things are important to me, so I’m pretty good at keeping ’em up. I would so like to have buckets of vegetable broth on hand, though! There’s something about the light this time of year that makes me want to nest, nest, nest.

    Anywho, thanks for the kind words! Miss you too! Let’s amend our mutual missing of one another!


    • Yes, let’s totally have a coffee date (one of the least expensive yet most social dates around). I can’t believe they don’t have outlets. Poo poo on Intelli. New Wave, I have such a hard time going there. Maybe it’s the furniture? Or that I don’t care much for Metropolis coffee, either way, I never go there :-P

      Where do you go when you go out? I think I am still navigating the bar scene / the party scene and I haven’t found my home space yet. With any luck, I’ll be going out with like-minded grad school kiddos in the near near future! Date plans need to be locked in ;)

  3. New Wave is grungy and weird and the iced coffee is 2 dollars. Score! I also usually love the art on display. ANYWAY, I’m not a regular at any Logan bars apart from the Whistler. Longman’s across the street from me, and I’ve probably only been in it 10 times. Last night I was at Reggie’s in Chinatown… a trek. But I really want to go to East Room, which is right by your place! Date date date?

  4. East Room is weird! Like it has moments that are straight Euro-club. I say we DO IT. Like we put on rookie crowns (maybe newly made rookie crowns), and don jumpsuits/sparkly clothes. Girlssss night.

    Damn I want a martini.

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