Wortakrobatin / Wordsmith
A glimpse into my head, where everything happens everywhere all at once and there is nothing I can do to stop the constant noise, the voices, the thoughts unraveling. Even before I had grasped the concept of mental ill-being, I often felt the need to pour the endless stream of my (sub)consciousness onto paper. Here it is, the real intellectual chaos, the abyss of my soul, the dangerous thoughts of destruction. If you get anxious while reading – congratulations, you really arrived at the intellectual chaos. We’re all mad here, but it’s not a wonderland.
A linguistic deliberation on phrases and their imagery. Sometimes my mind goes to strange places. There’s a part of my brain that just refuses to sleep and randomly decides in the middle of the night it’s bored and the one-digit a.m. times are perfect for partying. And so it knocks on the outside of its…
A complaint due to recent events I can’t sleep well at night – no news under the sun here. Anybody who has shared a bed with me knows I constantly wake up, move around, do full-body cat yoga (actual footage of me sleeping^^) lie awake, wake up too early. Unless they have the wonderful gift…
Clearly we have, because that what it says up there right before the .com. And on the intro page. Here is a more detailled version of said intro text, one that gives you more background and details. Also, when I wrote the following, I didn’t have that intro page yet so this is future Julia…
But a little outside input won’t hurt. [it would, though] In a few days, I will be starting a person-centered counseling – zu deutsch: Gesprächstherapie, which is also the name I prefer because it makes it more about talking and less about counseling or psychoanalysing and whatnot. Definitely makes it sound less intimidating. And me…
Fritz Zorn meets Arcade Fire meets The Intellectual Chaos. I’ve scribbled and drawn this during a time I felt really bad. The Jüngling had just dumped me (via text message while he was on a faculty party less than 10min away from me), I was heartbroken, I ate nothing but dark chocolate (Schwarze Herrenschokolade) and…
Confession: I suffer from slugophobia. Not sure that word exists (yet), but I use it anyway to describe my very unnatural abhorrence of those slimy little bastards. Shell or no shell, slug or snail – doesn’t matter. I see one, I freeze, I panic. Molluscophobia is the proper name for it. I was scared of…
A Stream of Consciousness that had to get out. Do you know the feeling when you’re lonely, when you’re desperatly longing for someone to text you, check up on you and ask you a simple “hey, what you up to?” (not the booty call kind of text). And if you do, do you furthermore also…
In February 2018, after a 2-day workshop on time management, I decided to manage my time by taking time for myself, self care, as they call it – and do something I’d benefit from both physically and psychologically: I went running. Once a week, every Friday. DJ laughed at me and made the – spoiler…
Well, one of them. The odd one out. Last night, I attended a rooftop party in sunny Freiburg. While enjoying quite a few refreshing Hugos and slowly progressing from slightly tipsy to properly drunk, I was engaged in a stimulating conversation that quickly turned from trash talk to existential topics, culminating in the question what…