Harris Sockel
I like running in circles inside my apartment.
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Harris Sockel
You’re Allowed To Come Out Of The Closet Whenever You Want
I never “came out” of “the closet.” And by that, I mean there was no single point in time when I decided to Be Myself. Instead, I just sort of… expanded.
Rebranding My Mom
When your mom loses her job, you realize all those years of turning you into you — waking up at 3 a.m. to clean your vomit, fielding existential crises, driving you home from high school ragers — aren’t things she can line-item on a resume.
I Want To Be Bored With You
We can only be bored after we’ve been everything else. We can only be bored after we’ve wanted to fuck one another and kill one another, after we’ve been monumentally silent and pitifully loud.
No One Knows You Like The Friends You See Twice A Year
These are the friends who greet you with an it’s-been-too-damn-long hug. The friends who knew you before you had sex, before you had a title and a desk and a commute.
Instructions For Getting Over A Slump
Read that book no one asked you to read. It’s not on a single top ten list. It will not give you any talking points at parties. Nothing to flaunt on the subway. You are boring and it doesn’t matter.
I Have To Tell You
I want to hug you again, hug you into a puddle, hug you into a tear, hug you into a gravity missile, hug you into a biscuit, hug you into a pile of cake crumbs on the kitchen floor.
Confessions Of A Jew Who Sings In Church For Money
Jesus saves.
14 Lesser-Known Cures For The Winter Blues
10. Go ahead and eat a space heater.