Often in my daily life, I find myself measuring my choices against a sort of imagined ‘maturity metric.’ Whether it’s drinking orange juice out of a carton, or wearing shoes with a hole on the heel, or staying up until…
About half way through the dinner the husband politely stands up and taps his glass for attention. He announced that his wife of 15 years has been cheating in him for over a year. The entire place stood still in shock.
Wait, Bob Saget isn’t the father. What the hell is going on?
For many of us, Sundays start as a hopeful turning point. Then 2pm rolls around, and all you can do is laugh at yourself for actually thinking there’s something greater to life than wearing sweatpants.