Life is about growing, about being able to say that we went from here to there but I’m learning that that’s not always realistic. The more pressure we put on ourselves to change, to “grow up,” the more likely we are to repeat the same mistakes.
Hoping for the best, but prepared for the worst (or so I thought), I sat in his office and listened to him tell me from across his desk that I tested positive for HIV.
It’s easier to say that you believe in world peace than it is to start a non-profit dedicated to that. It’s easier say that racism is wrong than it is to become a political activism. It’s easier to say that you believe in equality than it is to get a degree in it.
All of a sudden, the whole building explodes into stars in front of my eyes, and that’s when I know that it’s time to get out.
You’re doing it for revenge purposes, to get back at someone. Not only is that a totally dick thing to do, it will most likely leave you feeling like crap. No one has ever felt permanent satisfaction from having revenge sex.