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
real dying things-change
There are no happy endings, just happy days, happy moments. The only real ending is death, and trust me, no one dies happy. And the price of not dying is that things change all the time, and the only thing you can count on is that there's not a thing you can do about it.
empowering comfortable
Get comfortable with being alone. It will empower you.
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.
conflict ass grunt
If only all our conflicts could be resolved with a few grunts and a smack in the ass.
thinking able ifs
Don't you think if I was able to make some changes, I would have already?
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.
disappear feels instant
That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.
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.
thinking smoking habit
At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
couple toxic scared
We are injured and angry, scared and sad. Some families, like some couples, become toxic to each other after prolonged exposure.
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?
tattoo girl sexy
Rowdy, hopped-up college kids pass us in an endless, noisy blur like they're being mass produced or squeezed out of a tube - guys skulking in their T-shirts and cargo shorts, girls in low-slung jeans and flip-flops, pimples and breasts and tattoos and lipstick and legs and bra straps, and cigarettes; a colorful, sexy melange. I feel old and tired and I just want to be them again, want to be young and stupid, filled with angst and attitude and unbridled lust. Can I have a do-over, please? I swear to God I'll make a real go of it this time.