Justin Fenwick

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Unpublished hearts

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ July 29, 2008 ⋅

Finding a balance between your own reality and what is actual reality is probably the hardest thing that we face. We spend the entirety of time with ourselves. A world centered on individual thoughts, reactions, and feelings (to simplify). This universe is under our control more than we think. The problem is that by time [...]

It is weird to empathize with George Bush

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ May 1, 2008 ⋅

Like how Iraq was mission accomplished 5 years today, I too felt accomplished. I was just about to finish high school and I hadn’t even decided on a college. I was though flying high, mission accomplished. I had recently regained trust by my parents and summer “adult” freedom was ripening on my tongue. I forgive [...]

A Chinese cookie fortune frees me from life’s maze

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ March 4, 2008 ⋅

“You emerge victoriously from the maze you’ve been traveling in.” Life sure does feel like a maze, does it not? Wandering looking for the right direction, knowing at any moment we might walk right into a wall. The worst part is that we are often doomed to back-track. At best, we find ourselves busting through [...]

The child-man, gay-infant, and adult-girl

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ February 26, 2008 ⋅

Are adults made? A recent article by Kay Hymowitz from City Journal suggests something about young men today in our society: Today’s single young men hang out in a hormonal limbo between adolescence and adulthood. Child-Man in the Promised Land by Kay S. Hymowitz, City Journal Winter 2008 The suggestion is that for various social [...]

What is different this time around

By Justin Fenwick ⋅ January 18, 2008 ⋅

Muddle muddle… I’ve been twiddling my thumbs recently and not much has come of it. As I’m sure you have seen on here, so few posts. So now I’ve exploded, tension abound. I’m hoping that it is a good thing. I spent months at work trying to claim my space, make it a 40 hour [...]