Jonathan Tropper
Jonathan Tropper
Jonathan Tropperis an American writer and an adjunct faculty member at Manhattanville College...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth19 February 1970
CountryUnited States of America
empowering comfortable
Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.
conflict ass grunt
If only all our conflicts could be resolved with a few grunts and a smack in the ass.
realizing better-than-you
...you realize that you don't understand yourself any better than you understand anyone else.
loneliness symphony play
Loneliness is the theme, and I play it like a symphony, in endless variations.
world sometimes seems
It's amazing how harmless the world can sometimes seem.
used used-to-be
The future just isn't what it used to be
happy-endings
At this point in my life, I'm not looking for any happy endings. I'm just looking to get things started.
lonely believe years
Silver is forty-four years old, if you can believe it, out of shape, and depressed—although he doesn’t know if you call it depression when you have good reason to be; maybe then you’re simply sad, or lonely, or just painfully aware, on a daily basis, of all the things you can never get back.
naps afternoon sometimes
But the muse won’t always cooperate and she will never be coerced. Sometimes she’d rather take a nap or see a mid-afternoon movie.
falling-in-love color mind
And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will feel like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benetar or the Cure on the soundtrack.
sibling funny-family people
Sometimes it’s heartbreaking to see your siblings as the people they’ve become. Maybe that’s why we all stay away from each other as a matter of course.
lasts looks feels
What it must feel like, I thought, to look at something, anything really, and know that it’s for the last time?
falling-in-love color mind
...the first thing you do at the end is reflect on the beginning. Maybe it's some form of reverse closure, or just the basic human impulse toward sentimentality, or masochism, but as you stand there shell-shocked in the charred ruins of your life, your mind will invariably go back to the time when it all started. And even if you didn't fall in love in the eighties, in your mind it will fee like the eighties, all innocent and airbrushed, with bright colors and shoulder pads and Pat Benatar or The Cure on the soundtrack.
father childhood one-day
Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.