Faking It

...not enough nails! I normally can't be bothered with nail art. For a couple of reasons: 1) I can barely paint my nails to begin with. I'm right handed, which means my left hand is practically a stump. It may as well not even be here for all the good it does me. I already have the upper body strength of a dying moth, pair that with holding a nail brush for 5 minutes and I'll need a nap. 2) I'm not especially artistic. It's painful to watch me try and draw or paint or anything creative. Add in my stump of a left arm and it's a car wreck waiting to happen. 3) I just can't be bothered. I love nail polish. I have ever since 2006 when I couldn't afford to get my acrylics filled every month, and decided to stop biting my nails like I had my whole life up until that point. And ever since then, I haven't gone longer than 3 days without painting my nails. But nail art, while adorable, is so much effort. To come up with colors that match o

Imagine almost any situation where two or more people are gathered--wedding reception, callbacks for a play, two off-duty cops hanging out in a Jacuzzi. All these situations involve people trying to effectively communicate with each other. Conversation can be hard. It can be really difficult to come up with things to say, especially to new people, but I'm noticing that it's becoming increasingly difficult for people to speak in general. Every time I talk to someone, I'm noticing this desperate scramble to fill the air between us, and apparently it doesn't matter what you say as long as there is no silence. Except that said unacceptable silence is being filled in the strangest way possible. I'm not sure where this came from, but I'm constantly hearing (and now seeing on Facebook and other social media) sentences beginning with "Remember when" and then followed by an anecdote of some kind. "Remember when we saw that movie last night?"