My Simple Complex Relationship with My Dad

Aug 2nd, 2019 Blog Entry Louis Leung 4 min read

The truth is, I’m a very broken person. I’ve suspected it for some time, but the puzzle pieces come in dreams or in the quiet nights that I can’t sleep and the cracks on the ceiling read like tea leaves. There are clues. Why I’m so jumpy. Why I’m afraid of confrontation. Why I fear to be angry and would rather run away. I talked…

My Nightmare, My Depression

Jul 19th, 2019 Blog Entry Louis Leung 3 min read

Last night I had a nightmare, one much like the others. I met an old friend at a fancy party, someone I hadn’t seen in decades. At first, he was happy to see me, but then as we caught up, he seemed less enthusiastic. I was friendly and joking like I usually am, but he could tell I tried too hard. As he learned I…

I Hate Modern Dating

Jul 4th, 2019 Blog Entry Louis Leung 3 min read

I hate being ghosted. I hate being swiped left. Modern dating works for cowardly people who see others as algorithms. For the rest of us, it’s playing a shitty game that’s unappealing. It isn’t about love, it’s about matching through availability. Such a turn-off; modern dating is telling me that the main thing some random person and I have in common is that we’re both…

Why American Hustle is My Favorite Movie

Jun 16th, 2019 Blog Entry Louis Leung 3 min read

No one I’ve met loves the movie American Hustle as much I do. If you ask most people what’s their favorite movie, they’ll often say films like Shawshank Redemption. Shawshank Redemption is about an innocent man who goes through unspeakable suffering to break free of the injustice done upon him. That’s relatable based on how people see themselves, as most people see themselves as victims….

Friendships Have Expiration Dates

Jun 5th, 2019 Blog Entry Louis Leung 4 min read

In my most depressed days, I’m not sure if I have friends. This isn’t a woe-is-me-no-one-cares thing. I think a lot of people do care, if by care it’s defined as compassion. That kind of care is common. Friendship, however, are diamonds, forged through a lifetime of natural, circumstantial means. There are a handful of people I call best friends, but I’m not sure they…