āWhat was the worst thing you've ever done?
I won't tell you that, but I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me ... the most dreadful thing ...ā
Feb 14, 2025
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whether they involve ghosts or time warping or crop circles, I love to listen to peopleās stories about their brushes with the unknownā¦.this is one that happened when I was around seven years old, and recall so vividly it plays like a movie in my mind:
One morning, when my sister and I were very small, my family took us to Santa Fe to visit our uncle. We stayed in a gorgeous old adobe hacienda-style home, with my sister and I sharing a room. One early morning, our first one there, my sister (around four years old at the time) woke all of us up when she ran out of the bathroom absolutely hysterical, screaming that a man was in the bathroom. My parents, jumping to the conclusion that there mustāve been a peeping Tom in the tiny stained glass window adjacent to the toilet, scoured the area for anyone, or any sign of anyone. of course, they found nothing.
Later, when she was calmer and more intelligible, my sister told us a tall man wearing a coat and hat had appeared directly in front of her out of thin air, and sheād had to run around him to escape the bathroom. That evening, when my parents described the incident to my uncle (an architect whose boss graciously allowed us to stay in that house), he told us that while his boss had made jokes about the place being haunted, he never wouldāve guessed it was true.
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Sep 21, 2024
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So I lived in a house in Erie, PA which was haunted as fuck and I had several experiences there.
1. I helped the landlord (who is a good friend of mine) before I moved in because he got a report that someone had potentially broken into the house. We walked around the house and as we were leaving I went to close the door and something ripped it out of my hands and flung it open. I screamed but we didn't see anything there.
2. I holed up in this house during COVID and at the time only myself and my friend/landlord were living there and I began to really notice the activity when I had been there for a while. I would constantly hear walking through the house, even when we were both in our rooms or he was gone for the day. The walking was not just the house creaking, it was footsteps sounding off the ground. There was also some more conventional spooky stuff like seeing stuff peeking at me from hallways/doorways and shadow men standing around places.
3. The worst experience came when I was talking to two of my roommates one night (this was probably in fall of 2019). We were just chatting and suddenly I felt a hand come down hard on my shoulder. Nobody was behind me, nobody else was home but the three of us, so I have no idea what did this. I screamed and I'm not even sorry. To this day it is the most terrifying experience of my life.
There was some other minor activity and I had some friends tell me about a few weird things that happened when they hung around the house. My friend just told me he is selling the house so I suppose someone else will be saying hello to that house's other residents soon.
May 26, 2024
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My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebodyābe it a relative or one of my best friendsāwas to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too š
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately ā
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Feb 27, 2025
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Iāve been thinking about how much of social media is centered around curating our self-image. When selfies first became popular, they were dismissed as vain and vapidāa critique often rooted in misogynyābut now, the way we craft our online selves feels more like creating monuments.
We try to signal our individuality, hoping to be seen and understood, but ironically, I think this widens the gap between how others perceive us and who we really are. Instead of fostering connection, it can invite projection and misinterpretationāpreconceived notions, prefab labels, and stereotypes. Worse, individuality has become branded and commodified, reducing our identities to products for others to consume.
On most platforms, validation often comes from how well you can curate and present your imageāselfies, aesthetic branding, and lifestyle content tend to dominate. High engagement is tied to visibility, not necessarily depth or substance. But I think spaces like PI.FYI show that thereās another way: where connection is built on shared ideas, tastes, and interests rather than surface-level content. Itās refreshing to be part of a community that values thoughts over optics.
By sharing so few images of myself, Iāve found that it gives others room to focus on my ideas and voice. When I do share an image, it feels intentionalāsomething that contributes to the story I want to tell rather than defining it. Sharing less allows me to express who I am beyond appearance.
For women, especially, sharing less can be a radical act in a world where the default is to objectify ourselves. It resists the pressure to center appearance, focusing instead on what truly matters: our thoughts, voices, and authenticity. Iāve posted a handful of pictures of myself in 2,500 posts because I care more about showing who I am than how I look.
In trying to be seen, are we making it harder for others to truly know us? Itās a question worth considering.
Dec 27, 2024