Ryan O'Connell

I was so fixated on having roots, of being tied to somewhere, that I prevented myself from accomplishing the one thing I actually wanted, which was having a home.

People fall out of love with each other for a variety of reasons, many of which often have nothing to do with you. We know our hearts are fickle. We know that what we want today may be different than from what we want tomorrow. Best friends, however, are supposed to be the loophole.

I know this sounds ridiculous, but like I’m 26 and whenever I meet someone who’s 22 or 23—even if I love them—I’m just like, “Go back into the oven because you aren’t done yet.”

Ask a borderline stranger if they’re a top or a bottom. Rude Girl by Rihanna!

I don’t know how or when or why but, all of a sudden, practically every person I met started to annoy me. I could predict what’d they say, all their stories blended together. Instead of being one of the last people at the party, I would be gunning for the door after two hours.

Think about the most disgusting thing you could do to them and then do it. Make out with their armpit. Even if you’re not into armpits, your partner will be so proud of you for doing something so gross that they’ll get aroused.

That AMAZING dinner you cooked last night for yourself that I wasn’t invited to and I had to see Instagram photos of while I was sitting at home and starving.

As it happens, it’s nearly impossible to have a meaningful relationship with someone who has tragically low self-esteem. Rather than it feeling like a relationship between two equals, it will always be two people on different playing fields.