seanessay.com Prologue, Mid-afternoon He was walking, not marching, with a soldier-on-the-town amble. Private Jung was wearing one of his two sets of uniform, in the town, only two kilometres from the base. To the right was a bar that surely had some fellow soldiers inside; to his left an Inn, up ahead was a precious […]
Glumly Parsing My Clutter On Posting Day
seanessay.com Hello, it’s posting day, and I’ve got nothing… Except here’s a quote that speaks to me: “Consider what so many younger employees do for relaxation: climb rocks, raft rivers, bike mountains, surf waves, trek in distant locales. … So many come from sheltered backgrounds that the prospect of excitement entices them more than the […]
A Bad, Bad Day, With Comments
seanessay.com I’m having a bad, bad day It’s about time That I get my way From the Despicable Me soundtrack Partly I feel bad today because my body is sick, too sick to attend a nice party tonight. The only productive thing I did today was make some comments on other blogs. My own blog […]
Death at the Formal Dinner
essaysbysean.com Jung and Sue (Prologue omitted) Private Jung thought, “stupid sergeants” and then muttered, “Stupid Officers.” His stoic partner in misery, Private Mulvaney, grunted in sympathy, “Aye.” “Well, the king pays us by the day; night soon.” Mulvaney nodded. “But—blast it—I was supposed to start my leave today!” The two were standing at the wall […]
Social Media Frustrates me Again
seanessay.com Note: my sister lives in cattle country too, but in another time zone, “in the caribou,” in British Columbia. I could be hopping mad right now. Or I could let out all my air, sinking into depression, disgust and saying, “What’s the use?” I’d rather be mad. I was driving home a half hour […]
Struggling In College Again
seanessay.com There were 182 helpful blog comments after a smart, well-liked college kid, whose blog I follow, reported failing university, big time, repeatedly. None of the comments advised on emotional or mental health, no, not after the first comment was from the girl’s father to discouraged such advice, saying she was getting adequate counselling already. […]