You know. For me it has been like 1000 pins and needles in my head, sudden chills and tiredness. My wife got it first, and mostly had a terrible sore throat.
The song Creep by Radiohead brings back bad memories. It still hits hard and I hate that about myself.
save money. I always wonder how people do that. Friends who roughly make the same amount of money and have almost the same budget as I do seem to have managed to save money. And I have to have you know that I don't make that much. Some of them even have their own family and some of them are the only one in the household who brings money in. I have no money but debt. What am I doing? How do people do that? Where did you learn how?
My budget is getting very tight. Before I could afford good bread and organic milk. Now I'm buying 50 percent off bread and 50 percent off milk. I feel like a failure.
My real act of rebellion wasn't in the clothes that I wore but on the attempt to be a compassionate human in a selfish world.
I've become increasingly selective about who I will keep in my life. I have way fewer relationships than I used to, but they are much more satisfying. I no longer tolerate a lot of behaviours socially, and I am left only with people who truly value me. This includes family!
Waste my time regularly? Bigoted? Take advantage of those with less than you? Ignore my clear boundaries? Bye. I've been told that I'm harsh for being willing to cut people off easily. I see it more as saving us both time, as I'm never going to be compatible with that person and will never be happy with our relationship.
Not putting up with people because I "should" is the most empowering thing I've ever done.
should have a sink just for washing hands. In other countries you see them all the time. Its so frustrating waiting 10 minutes for people doing god knows what in the bathrooms. I just want to wash my hands before I eat!
Also, to those who take forever in restaurant bathrooms: I hate you.
during inventory the item to which I playfully assign human qualities had a count equal to the date of my birth. Kinda cool.
When I was very small I liked to look through my baby book; see the pictures, the lock of hair, and beautiful cursive in my mothers hand. The past few years I’ve become more curious about my birth. The answer is often that it was a difficult time and it’s best I not know. Not know what? The baby book mysteriously misplaced, and as I age and become more self aware I notice a concerning trend in myself that causes me to wonder, what happened?
Is it wrong that the first thing that popped into my mind looking at some old tintype photo is Dam that girl looks good.