Aliens, Telepathic plants, cat socks.
This last Christmas I asked for cat socks, and cat socks is what I got. Having a matching pair of socks feels like such a luxury. And I think it is one I can afford. I try to be like that with myself as an adult. It's not absurd to want enough pairs of socks that they always match. There is nothing wrong with me for wanting that. The shame makes me think that. Recently I realize I have fallen into the habit of assuming I do not move with shame. I don't know if that's true, but I try to make it true. Mostly I think I've just had enough embarrassing shit happen to me that normal daily events feel like a non-issue. But I don't feel the shame younger me experienced. And I'm happy for that. I think it's a healthy change. I'm happy to live my life without shame, because I don't think shame is very productive. Anyway. I came here to write about the book I just finished, titled New Mistakes by Clement Goldberg. I initially picked it out because it was i...
