An emotional space in which you become hopelessly tangled, unable to see the trees, blind to the forest, wandering in circles, lost.
How had the relationship gone wrong? Could she have just trashed him? No, she must have meant... something else... because... words are only words, he can't be all of those things she called him... or any of them. After so many good times... and why was it getting dark so fast? He'd find his way out of the Bewilderness, in a day or a year. Maybe.
by Monkey's Dad September 10, 2022
Unlike members of the Religious Right, the Religious Left doesn't advocate ripping children from their mother's arms and putting them in cages, putting prisoners to death when witnesses have recanted and they have been refused the legal admission of DNA exoneration, or the necessity of carrying assault rifles into church. Just sayin'.
by Monkey's Dad March 12, 2020
Oxytocin's evil twin, a hormone and neurotransmitter released into the bloodstream, producing violently unpleasant sensations, in response to certain stimuli.
She realized that for the first time in five years her mind and body were at ease. Biden was president. Covid vaccinations were available, stimulus checks were in the mail, which no longer took weeks to arrive. The trump-era infusions of corrosive Toxitocin which, at the sound... the very mention!... of the t-word, of that bluntly pugilistic name, the whine of that little voice! the sight of that absurd hairdo! had surged and coursed through her veins and synapses, was ebbing away. It was over. She felt almost alive again.
by Monkey's Dad March 14, 2021
The reflexive belief that "there is an app for everything", eclipsing the experience of simply being alive in the world.
They were in the woods on a sunny spring day. He was looking at the light streaming through the branches. She, having apptitude, was staring at her phone.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I want to know where we are" she answered.
"We are here" he sighed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I want to know where we are" she answered.
"We are here" he sighed.
by Monkey's Dad April 28, 2021
Forced to work from home, shut in his tiny apartment all day, forbidden to go out at night, the isolution felt crippling.
by Monkey's Dad March 16, 2020
Many believed the singer could influence her millions of followers to vote Democratic. Others saw in the congresswoman's ability to grab the spotlight for any utterance, no matter its content, a promise of actual Conservative leadership. They were all swirling in the media's Marjorie Taylor Swiftification of culture, blurring the separation of Stage and State.
by Monkey's Dad January 12, 2024
She was terrified of Covid, afraid she'd suffocate wearing a mask, quaking over what effects the vaccine could have, phobic about getting close to anyone and mortified that she was being scarred-for-life by the emotional deprivations of social distancing. Dr. Kafween had termed her a Free Range Chicken, and now she was apprehensive about her next session, reasonably fearful of getting billed for a missed appointment with her analyst, who, she was afraid to admit, was rarely wrong.
by Monkey's Dad December 10, 2020