An Experiment in Human Connection
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Antisocial Social Club is an experiment in human creativity and connection. For 365 days, I'm committed to sharing real talk that goes deeper than the chatter and noise of social media. I might fake my own death on social media in 2025, and if I do, this is where you'll find me instead. Please come along for the ride! No, I don't know where we're going, and I'm not sure when we'll be back. So get in, but only if you're down for a trip into creative chaos and the wild unknown.
71. the void
I almost titled this post “sick day,” but I’m not sick. Not in the conventional sense, anyway. I'm not physically sick, mentally unwell, or in the throes of emotional illness.
I just have really bad cramps, a backache, and a blank stare.
Not sick, no.
Just...
the void.
A few years ago, whe...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 24, 2025
sacred feminine
70. ask for help
I’m taking stock of seventy days of showing up, and choosing to pat myself on the back for what we’ve accomplished so far here in the Antisocial Social Club. This post is my halfway point check in for quarter one of the ASC project, which is not just a creative writing and communication explorati...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 23, 2025
69. you are here (rx)
Think of something in need of remodeling or restoration. It could be an old ruin, a decrepit and falling down house, worn out pieces of furniture, an injured or ailing body, an uncared for piece of fine art, doesn’t matter what it is, just something that needs a refresh - you pick.
Got it in your...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 22, 2025
68. open mic no. 1
Welcome to Open Mic No. 1, the first in our Antisocial Social Club series for when Amelia just... can't. It's Friday night, it's 9:15pm, and I'm so grateful that this weekend, you gave me the words for when I don't have them myself.
If you enjoy this collection, let's keep it going. Please feel...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 21, 2025
poetry
67. bad day
Today was one of those terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days. Not because of anything that happened on the outside, but because of how things felt on the inside.
I woke up grumpy, having not slept well. It may have been due to a late night at school and being in class until midnight, or per...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 20, 2025
66. tree of life
Last Wednesday, an Ash tree called to me. Turns out, they had a very powerful message to deliver, one that I am still deciphering seven days later, and may be for some time.
Mama Mary and I went a hike to visit a grove of old growth Oaks which live near me here in Portugal. On the interpretive si...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 19, 2025
65. cosmic daze
“I like to work with the energy of Venus day,” Camden said, and I nodded, listening to the voice note as I sat outside in the sun, “but I also like the energy of Jupiter day.”
I knew exactly what she meant.
It may be Greek to some, but it’s actually Roman. Around three thousand years ago, when ...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 18, 2025
astrology
64. backslide
You know, I used to be terrified of making any kind of big, public pronouncement about what I was doing, or intended to do, because I was afraid of my own self-sabotage. I was scared I wouldn’t follow through on what I said I’d do. I was anxious that I’d tell people I was doing something, then ch...
Feb 17, 2025
63. are we there yet?
I’ve been writing here for 63 days, so that means… only 302 left to go.
I’ll be honest, I’ve been having misgivings about the duration of this project. It usually goes something like, “It’s only day 63. How in the world are you going to have something to say for the next 302 days? Throw in the t...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 16, 2025
62. short circuit
How can a neurodivergent person explain what overstimulation feels like to someone neurotypical?
This is the question I asked myself more than once today as I struggled with a particularly potent day of short circuiting in my mental and emotional functions.
It’s become glaringly obvious that th...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 15, 2025
adhd
61. fur burger
It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m thinking about the love stories in my life - especially the wet, sloppy, hairy, stinky ones. In some ways, the love stories with my canine companions might be the sweetest of all.
I’ll give my mom credit for opening the tap to my sappy, softie heart. The boys love do...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 14, 2025
60. atomization
Sugar, spice and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
Salt, mud, shadow and blood,
That's what whole humans are made of.
What happens when we try to keep our imperfections, flaws, and ‘dark’ aspects hidden? It certainly impacts us personally, as strengthening the mask of what s...
by Amelia Travis —
Feb 13, 2025
