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by Megan Boyle


  i asked where they were and they were too far away for me to hang out with them

  a few minutes later i drunk dialed my mom and told her i loved her and didn't want her to die, ever

  the light in my living room looked pretty from the snow at night

  2.27.10

  one time a guy i dated told me i should 'be careful' because if i gained weight it would mostly happen in my thighs

  then he said 'just kidding' or something

  one time at a bar a stranger passed me and said 'you're cute, too bad your bangs aren't'

  one time at a club, an acquaintance said to me after putting amyl nitrate under my nose and telling me to smell it, 'you have like the worst footing of anyone i've ever danced with'

  an ex-boyfriend said he would rather have me lose ten pounds than gain ten pounds

  i told him if he shaved his head i would gain ten pounds to spite him

  approximately five men have told me, unsolicited, that i give 'the best' blowjobs

  approximately three have told me that, solicited

  the last guy i had sex with invited the man who lives above me to bring his dog down to my apartment

  the dog jumped up and down and breathed really hard and fast and scared my cats

  now the man who lives above me asks if he can bring his dog over every time i see him

  two men have given me their phone numbers in the past week and a half

  one of them interrupted me mid-sentence to tell me to call him 'if i was bored'

  the other one repeatedly insisted we were going to eat ice cream together. his name was vinnie. i stored his name as 'vinnie do not answer' in my phone

  i think i've masturbated four times in 2010

  3.14.10

  today i was supposed to go the beach with people from school

  i tried on a bathing suit earlier and am still wearing it

  according to my mom's scale i have lost 13 pounds since christmas

  i watched a christian bale movie with lots of 'explicit movie sex' while eating leftover sushi and trying not to feel offended by its texture

  i wanted to have sex with christian bale

  his nose is good

  his mouth and eyebrows are also really, really good

  i have no conception of his nipple orientation

  his nipples could be on his stomach somewhere

  they showed his penis in the movie briefly, it was shocking, like the camera was definitely not supposed to show his penis, it just kind of panned down 'curiously'

  i can't believe i'm still wearing the bathing suit, i think it's been over six hours

  if i ever woke next to christian bale i would make jokes about batman and he would get mad and leave, probably

  i reply to text messages too fast, i might sound too eager

  the optimal window of time to respond to a text message is three minutes to two hours

  going to the beach tomorrow

  it will be 48 degrees and rainy

  i don't know anyone very well

  3.27.10

  'nights in rodanthe' is playing on TV

  richard gere is tenderly holding diane lane's face while he kisses her

  after he did that the people filming them probably said 'good job guys, good kissing, nice work'

  today i only left my apartment once to buy a turkey sandwich from the subway next to my building

  last night i woke at 4AM on the couch and took breaks from watching parts of 'the shawshank redemption' to stand over my sink and use my fingers to eat really old, damp ravioli from a colander

  i think people asked me to do things both tonight and last night but i was like 'i have plans...'

  i feel like i see people constantly but i also feel something like extreme loneliness at the same time

  people seem to like me, they tell me i'm funny and act disappointed when i don't attend events

  seems like there is an algorithm for how i interact with people. the algorithm does something like 'ask weird questions and try to make everything funny but also convey that you are intelligent and capable of empathy, do this by moving your eyebrows and mouth and nodding your head sometimes'

  i felt distressed when i found out i lost my wallet but now i accept that it's gone

  i can't picture myself as an old person

  sometimes i feel like nothing matters and i have no idea what is going to happen to me or human life in general and i don't care

  sometimes i feel like my interactions are maybe the only things that matter and i might be failing at them and i want to be better

  richard gere is kissing diane lane again, like spinning her around

  i am unsure of this movie's plot but it feels like someone has cancer

  4.09.10

  in my philosophy class we had to form groups and interview each other about whether we thought we were 'living life to the fullest'

  i said i was 72% 'living life to the fullest' before considering what 'living life to the fullest' meant

  a 50-something woman in my group said she was almost living life to the fullest because she has enough money and is generally happy

  i said 'well, i'm not happy, but i'm not unhappy' and felt confused and she looked at me a little

  an older obese black man in our group had a hard time understanding the question. the 50-something woman said to him, 'i think living life to the fullest means you're mostly happy, you're doing what you want to be doing.' he was like 'if i was doing what i wanted to be doing then i'd be sleeping right now'

  then i asked to change my answer to no, i wasn't living life to the fullest because i felt confused about what 'the fullest' meant, i was just alive and trying to avoid feeling bad

  when my professor called on our group the 50-something woman said 'megan said she was 72% living her life to the fullest because she tries to make the best of every situation'

  i said 'no...'

  then we kept talking about other things

  people defined 'living life to the fullest' as spending every day at the beach, skydiving, driving cars faster than normal, doing things that would probably put them in jail

  i am still unsure what 'life to the fullest' for me would be, mostly i just try to be well-liked in social situations and not die

  i silently ask myself questions in the first person limited a lot, i.e. 'am i okay right now.' if i mess up conversationally i will switch to second person, i.e. 'you fucking asshole'

  sometimes i narrate my life in the third person in my head and wonder if it's good enough

  4.30.10

  today in the shower when i tried to think of something catchy to sing, i immediately thought of the mcdonald's jingle that goes 'ba da ba ba ba, i'm lovin' it'

  i laughed at myself a little and tried to sing but it felt forced

  i have been eating subway 2-3 times a week

  the subway employees know me and smile and say 'six inch veggie on wheat?' when i come in

  last night i considered calling my mom to ask if she would come over and fix me food

  i knew she wouldn't and it would be weird if she did

  just wanted a 'mom thing' to cook something for me

  i strongly feel that everything is and always will be okay while walking from subway to my apartment, holding a sandwich and a diet coke, usually around 9PM, seeing maybe two other people on the street and very few cars

  when i close my apartment door and turn on the lights something changes in my stomach and i think 'shouldn't there be something else, something is missing'

  this happens every time i go to subway, i feel worried

  i could probably stand in a hot shower for over an hour

  showering seems purposeful and always makes me feel a little better

  after showering i apply lotion, hair products, and deodorant

  5.03.10

  unpublished tweets

  in my head i just sang 'damn i don't want to shower' to the tune of 'man i feel like a woman'

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nbsp; my dad came downstairs, filled a coffee mug with water, put a spoon in it, left it on the counter, mumbled something, went back upstairs

  a ~16" poop just 'flew' out of me at a speed of ~8mph. when i flushed it left 'without a trace.' seemed mysterious, yet businesslike

  just read 'performing arts center' as if it were 'performing [sex act]' with 'arts center' being a sex act

  looked at a pizza boli's menu for about 90 seconds

  seems...hard...to care about anything...lol...

  thought about a world where pokémon accompany you in the shower and wash your body/hair as you stand with your eyes closed

  have been 'stalking' high school acquaintance who seems to be actively suffering from 'post wedding depression,' via facebook status updates

  something about the way the light looks right now reminds me of being on a curb next to a maybe gay kid at a birthday party in high school

  argued for an hour on the telephone. now looking at pictures of carbs

  just read 'are you a bot? or just a macro spamming me' on google search results and felt nostalgic in a surprising way

  WHOA I'M SO DEPRESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  woke from ~2 hour nap 2 hours ago. now apartment is dark. smells like pasta and cooked meat outside. seems like i might die soon

  parking attendant guy just said 'how are you big boss?' to my mom while i openly picked my nose

  have 'consoled myself' ~3 times this week by thinking 'everyone in the world will die someday. i will die someday'

  5.06.10

  sometimes my cats make human-like faces and small noises at me and i don't know what to do

  i feel bad because they can't leave my apartment and someone removed their reproductive organs

  sometimes i say to them 'without me you'd be dead'

  i don't know if that's true

  5.07.10

  my philosophy professor asked if we ever looked in the mirror until our faces started to look strange and alien and we dissociated from ourselves

  i was excited he asked that and i nodded my head

  he said 'oh, you do that, megan?' and a lot of people looked at me

  i said 'i do that'

  he kept talking and people kept looking at me

  6.25.10

  i have frequently thought 'i am trying to be okay' in the past 48 hours without really knowing what 'okay' is or what i need to do to be 'trying'

  i feel sad and the world around me feels strange and it's making the tone of my thoughts sarcastic in a weird and maybe funny way

  at a traffic light today i thought 'how can this thing be serious' and 'oh wow, 'stop and go,' awesome'

  one of my primary goals is to not take myself seriously, or at least try to convey that attitude socially, but in order to say 'i feel sad' i have to take myself seriously enough to recognize that on some level i earnestly experience sadness

  i've been at my mom's apartment for a few hours. she asked what i was going to do today and i said 'maybe walk around a mall or drive somewhere or something' in what i think was an inadvertently overly sad-sounding voice

  i went in the other room and time passed

  then she said 'i don't want you to be aimlessly wandering around the world wondering if anyone loves you'

  i said 'story of my life, mom' in a 'bad comedian' voice

  then we laughed

  seemed lorrie moore-esque

  7.03.10

  today my friend was supposed to meet me at a coffee shop at 5PM, but when i texted to see where he was he responded 'oh my god, i'm sorry, i totally forgot. i'm at the doctor's getting an untreated grease burn fixed'

  i stayed at the coffee shop until a lady said 'sweetie, we're actually closed right now'

  for about 15 minutes i tried to find a place that would let me pee

  at royal farms an old man and i looked for the bathroom key and found it in the potato chip aisle

  after i peed i went to the computer lab and worked on things

  someone i've been friends with for seven years and had anal sex with on friday called me

  a few hours before we had anal sex on friday, we stood in a bar with our other friend and he said to us, 'guys, as you know i'm really depressed lately, and i was just wondering if i could ever call either of you when i feel really sad and need to talk to someone'

  when he called me at the computer lab i felt excited for him to potentially confide in me

  he was calling to ask my advice about a girl he met saturday

  she is five years younger than him, in a band, 'skinny and with cute brown hair,' 'funny and candid'

  i pretended i was just talking to a voice that wasn't attached to a person and i think i gave pretty good advice. he laughed and said 'good point' a few times

  while we talked i gathered my things to leave without knowing where i was going

  the last thing i said to him was 'barack and roll, baby' in a voice that didn't sound like it was coming from me

  i walked outside and it felt like there was no boundary between my body temperature and heat of the air, like i was just walking around in a big human body

  it was sort of raining but not really

  my stomach was doing weird things that hurt and i thought 'acid production has increased'

  i made eye contact with a man in gym clothes holding a large iced coffee

  my pulse seemed faster than normal when i checked it

  at my apartment building cross street i saw a black poodle-looking dog jogging around

  it didn't seem to belong to anyone

  9.16.10

  lies i have told

  'i'm itching my belly button'

  i masturbated a lot as a kid. this was what i would tell my parents i was doing when they would try to talk with me about it. i remember seeing them look at each other with concerned, yet amused faces

  'i just woke up and lady was peeing on the couch'

  this was told to my mother at around 2AM when i was 11. lady was our dog. i had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV. i was dreaming i was looking into an old-fashioned water well. i said 'megan' into the well and listened as the sound of my name reverberated at one-second intervals. i woke rhythmically urinating in the same intervals as i was hearing my name in the dream

  'i'm one quarter jewish'

  the girls i ate lunch with freshman year of high school identified strongly with their religions, which were mostly christian. one girl was a mormon. my family isn't religious at all. i thought being a little jewish would give me an 'edge.' one quarter seemed small enough to deter questions, but everyone acted curious and confused. the mormon girl asked what holidays i celebrated. i said we went to my uncle's for hanukkah

  'we go to my uncle's for hanukkah'

  i don't have an uncle

  'i think i'm having a migraine'

  the night before my half sister's grandmother's funeral, i drank a bottle of cough syrup. i was 17. i still felt high when i woke. after i showered i sat at the top of the stairs wearing only a towel. my dad looked at me and asked if i was okay. i said i felt a little funny. he said my pupils were dilated. my mom would get bad migraines where light hurt her eyes and her pupils got big

  1370

  SAT score i tell most people i received. i actually got a 1020

  128

  how much i tell people i weigh. last time i checked i was 134

  'i was molested'

  told this to the third man i was physically intimate with. i was 18. we were in a play at community college together. he was 23, lived with his parents, and wore the same thing every day. we had maybe three conversations before i invited him to my parent's house where we immediately went to the basement to make out. he lifted my shirt and started kissing my back in strange places. he said 'i want to experience all of you, i don't want to just hit the main spots and run' while looking at me intensely. i thought i should've felt aroused. he went down on me for maybe 20 minutes. we were lyin
g on an orange carpet. i felt like i needed an excuse for not having an orgasm

  'i've only done this four times'

  said this to the second girl i had oral sex with. i had done things with three girls, but only had oral sex once

  'seven, i guess'

  the 20th man i had sex with told me he considered a woman to be a 'slut' if she had more than nine sexual partners

  i don't remember when i began saying i was allergic to honeydew melon, but i know it was a long time ago. honeydew melon seems like an appealingly quirky allergy. my dad is allergic to honeydew melon. one time my throat itched a little after eating it. stopped lying about this last year

  'lived there for three and a half years,' 'two one-year relationships,' 'vegetarian for six years'

  i went to school in chicago for two and a half years and only lived there during the school year. both relationships were 11 months, maybe technically shorter because we would break up for week or month-long periods. i ate tuna fish or mcdonald's chicken sand- wiches at least once a year during those six years

  'i don't care what happens on my birthday'

  'i'm not one of those girls who is weird about her body image'

  'porn is so gross'

  my first boyfriend looked at porn a lot. he had attachments to certain female porn stars and i felt jealous. one night i found naked pictures of his ex-girlfriend on his computer. i knew all his passwords. i would look at his email accounts and web history to find 'dirt' on him. when i would confront him he would deny watching porn or emailing his ex-girlfriend. then i would show him the proof i had. i would lecture him and he would cry. i looked at porn a lot, too

  'i never thought i could love someone this much'

  said this to the same boyfriend one night while sitting in the caboose of the el train in chicago, near the end of our relationship. i told him when i used to feel sad/lonely, i would sit in the caboose of a train and ride it for hours, listening to music and imagining what it would be like to have someone i loved sitting next to me. it seemed like he wanted me to say something else after telling that story, so i did

 

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