A few years ago, we had a resurgence of the awkward kid. It was suddenly cool to act like you were awkward, to profess how weird you were in certain situations, and to play up those character traits as cute little quirks.
There’s a lot of confusion about the difference between being athletic and being thin.
Usually, calling someone crazy is just a thinly-veiled way to say, “I really don’t know how to deal with your emotions right now.”
You don’t need to postpone dating until you lose another 20 pounds — someone will love you anyway.
You start finding real love, not the love designed for the person you’re pretending to be.
Because if these boys are good at one thing, it is pining after another guy’s girlfriend. And making teenage girls feel something a lot like love. (Okay, that’s two things. But my point stands.)
You know they have it in them to be the next Grumpy Cat, if only the Internet would catch up.
Or at least not die within the first five minutes in the Arena.
You become a one-person advertisement for Aquaphor.
“I’m sorry, did that guy just flick me off?”