I have never wanted to live on a farm. First, I don’t feel like scraping my eyes out of my skull because of my pollen allergy. But at the same time, I know that working on a farm is incredibly exhausting. I have a garden. And this one is nothing but trouble.
I have been with my wife for over twenty years. She was my first and only partner and has remained so to this day, which makes me a little bit happier every day.
As a teenager, my best friend and I had a habit of riding down muddy slopes on skateboards or wallpaper tables, or jumping from parking garages into bushes and filming ourselves doing it.
A very specific dream keeps coming back to me.
Note: While I am writing this text, a little goose is running across my screen and showing me funny little pictures.
My therapist has always said that I can only get my social phobia under control if I consciously seek social contact. It may well be that I hate contact with people, and it may also be that I hate people in general, but I still have to deal with them.
When my grandma asked me one day if I wanted to go with her to the forest and pick mushrooms, I of course immediately agreed. I liked my grandma. Very much so.
How many of my sons do I need to change a light