At first I blamed Piper. I thought maybe she reminded me of someone. Then I thought that maybe she reminded me of a time or experience. Perhaps I ruined a date or broke up during a screening of Coyote Ugly?

Pac-Man often comes to mind as the image for that general feeling of loneliness when not in love, or Ms. Pac-Man as the case may be.

Are my boyish limitations an impediment to emotional maturity?

I wonder how a frog lives in a pond devoid of lily pads? Maybe forget about hopping for a while and ponder. Unfortunately, I never developed that skill.

Do we question too often? Too deeply? We examine things so much that we’ve begun to question our own questioning.

Like the old song says, “If you want the things you love you must have showers…”

My Grandma is eighty-four years old; I am twenty-four. We have a sixty year generation gap that appears very wide when she asks me if I have so and so on cassette tape.

For those less hip than I am (I almost got through that with a straight face!) the term Emo originated in the 1980s and described a brand of gritty, confessional rock music. It later widened, and has settled into a somewhat derogatory term used to label anyone who says anything remotely emotional. The brunt of this term is often directed at teens, with a mixture of pity and disdain: Oh those teens- what are they so angry about?