The Loneliness Category Archive

Welcome to the Loneliness archives. The posts are listed in chronological order. Click the post title to read more.

October 26th, 2008

What fiction ought to be

“He and Franzen talked a lot about what writing should be for. “We had this feeling that fiction ought to be good for something,” Franzen says. “Basically, we decided it was to combat loneliness.” This quote from David Lipsky’s Rolling Stone piece on David Foster Wallace made me gasp. It’s so simple, so honest, and [...]

May 24th, 2008

Hello awkward, have a seat next to me

This is some of the advice I left for my friends Scooter and Anna at their wedding last night. Being that I was the only single person over the age of 8 in the joint, I thought I’d be better offdispatching wise words to live by for people of any sort of couple-status and not [...]

December 16th, 2007

Simon & Garfunkel were probably writing about this place

Sometimes, on Sunday afternoons, it gets so quiet in here the only thing that can be heard is the fizz and pop of the bubbles in the Diet Coke and the ceiling fan. That’s only until the Diet Coke goes flat, then it’s just the ceiling fan and the blood pulsing though my fingers. It’s [...]

November 16th, 2007

They want to know if I’m lonely, I think

I got lost in reverie listening to a slow, swingy song called “Shut Up and Sway Your Hips.” Once again I am back to being a Nablmo cheater. I got lost in a daydream about one of those men who disappeared with nary an excuse or a you’re just not for me. Oddly enough he [...]

August 7th, 2007

Sometimes the fates give you exactly what you need

For the past week or so someone has been doing some in-depth research here on iwilldare.com about the TTHM. I don’t know who it is. It’s been fascinating watching the mystery searcher plunder through seven years of archives. The mystery searcher is not the legendary TTHM. I asked him. This has, of course made the [...]

July 23rd, 2007

The one where I convince myself not once, but twice that someone is in my bed

I’m on the verge of becoming one of those people who apologize for not writing and bitch about having nothing to say. Yeah, I hate those people. But instead of that, I will tell you about how I scared the shit out of myself last night. I was stumbling up to bed at about 11:30, [...]

July 19th, 2007

Steeped in melancholy

It seems as though I woke up on the melancholy side of the bed this morning. Last night I had a dream about Ben Jones, a boy I loved in college. The dream was so fun and full of that special chemistry that makes you feel hopeful and alive that I was saddened to be [...]

June 10th, 2007

I can’t take my mind off of you

Much to my dismay, I have found myself thinking about him a lot lately. It’s the time of the year. He comes back to haunt me in June and July. His name was Jason and while we never dated, we were sexy friends. I guess that’s the step that comes before friends with benefits, or [...]

January 25th, 2007

Writings or statements of questionable authorship or authenticity

Having reached the nadir of my despair when my most-lusted after Sam was kicked off of Top Chef last night, I climbed the stairs to bed swearing to myself tomorrow would be another day. I thought about crying myself to sleep, but I didn’t really have anything to cry about. And, well, crying from lonesomeness [...]

January 4th, 2007

The tale of the treacherous socks

They were his socks. I knew that when I put them on yesterday. I would never buy black socks. But they were the only clean ones that I could find. I’ve worn the socks dozens of times since he left him at my place all those Julys ago. But yesterday was the first time I [...]

December 23rd, 2006

Googling under the influence of slow, sappy Wilco songs can be hazardous to your mental health

There comes a time in the night after being awake for so many hours (insomnia can suck my left one) when your computer should just automatically turn off because nothing good could come from anything that you’re gonna do. Nothing. For some reason I decided at about midnight it would be a good idea to [...]

October 28th, 2006

Delete all

There is a large, hard-to-suppress part of me that wants to delete every single thing I’ve ever written on iwilldare.com and start fresh. Going through the past 6.5 years of my life tends to do that to me (really only 3, since I’m at October 2003 now). I’ve been combing the iwilldare.com archives for the [...]

September 19th, 2006

Excuse me while I break my own heart tonight

On bottles of some pills you see the ‘Do not take with alcohol’ or ‘be careful driving and shit when you take these pills’ warning. You always see things like TV-MA, this show is intended for mature audiences only, or something like that on shows like Law & Order. There should be the same kinds [...]

September 6th, 2006

Hopes dashed on the rocks of Spam

So I had a bad day. It started bad right away and it managed to stay a consistent level of shitty throughout. Even now it’s shitty, because I have that stupid bad day song stuck in my head. Thank you singer of shitty bad day song, I really needed that. This bad day has been [...]

August 31st, 2006

And me and my anger sit, folding a paper bird

As I mentioned over on Vox earlier, I woke up in the mood for The Weakerthans, and have spent a majority of my day listening to them. Specifically, “My Favourite Chords.” It’s matching my mood quite well. And my mood? My mood you ask? Well that would have to be totally fried with a good [...]