November 20, 2009 § Leave a comment
Whenever I’m sad and withdrawn, I’m hit with a wave of people convinced that I’m angry with them. I’m not sure if this is just a part of living in a world of confessions and continual information overload or if I look particularly angry when I’m down.
Some people are so steady, predictable, stoic. Then there’s moody Gi.
Today I made my creative writing students write obituaries for fictional dead people. I guess I’ve got death on the brain.