Author: G. Allen

  • I’m Addicted to Porn

    I’m Addicted to Porn

    So, I was searching for books on dopamine and stumbled across Dopamine Nation by Dr Anna Lembke. Admittedly the cover graphics got me and of course all the usual Amazon praise: “Instant New York Times and Los Angeles Times bestseller…”. So I figured what the heck, it’s got colorful cover…

  • Boredom…

    Boredom…

    The irony is not lost on me…while killing my boredom one afternoon watching video after video on YouTube, the algorithms shuffled a video exclaiming “You Need to Be Bored. Here’s Why” into my feed. So I bit, and clicked on the video to give it a watch. After all, it…

  • The Journey To Fit

    The Journey To Fit

    It’s been a few weeks since I’ve posted-my apologies. Work and life through some curve balls and I’ve resorted to a sort of retreat. But why the topic of this post? The journey to Fit? I’ve been struggling for some time to get my weight under control and get back…

  • No, I’m Not Sending You a D🍆ck Pic…

    No, I’m Not Sending You a D🍆ck Pic…

    Don’t ask me why, but I made a Snapchat account. I still think it’s stupid and pointless unless your goal is to doom scroll the lives of insignificant people you don’t know—then it’s great! So, typical social platform it takes your contacts and recommends people you know to add friends.…

  • Dear Facebook, Thank You

    Dear Facebook, Thank You

    In the course of normal breakup (over)reactions, I had blocked my ex on social media even though we remained “friends” (I put that in quotes because I didn’t realize at the time friendship had an expiration date). We were still living together and civil. It seemed as though the breakup…

  • That Time I Was Outed By A Parking Pass

    That Time I Was Outed By A Parking Pass

    For those of you who have been to a city in the Northeast, in particular New England, you undoubtedly notice that you have a massive amount of people crammed into not a lot of space. This is particularly true of Boston and the cities that surround it. Parking is always…

  • I’ll Have Chicken Parm with Fettuccini Alfredo, Please

    I’ll Have Chicken Parm with Fettuccini Alfredo, Please

    I took myself on a date the other night. First time I think I’ve ever done that. Sure I’ve gone out to eat with a reservation for “loser, party of one” before however I think this is the first time I’ve gone out alone with the specific purpose of going…

  • The Scroll Hole

    The Scroll Hole

    The majority of mortals, Paulinus, complain bitterly of the spitefulness of Nature, because we are born for a brief span of life, because even this space that has been granted to us rushes by so speedily and so swiftly that all save a very few find life at an end…

  • This Is Where It Begins…

    This Is Where It Begins…

    Off and on over the years I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a blog—but the primary and unanswered question has always been…what would I write about? A few months back, I stumbled on Single On Purpose by John Kim. In there he talks about as a means of therapy post divorce…