We become the guy at the party still doing keg stands.
We care about respect, not popularity. We aren’t necessarily around to be everyone’s friend, but we want to be seen as consistent, fair, and principled. We aren’t going to be crying in the break room about how Karin from accounting doesn’t like us (probably).
“I ended up in the hospital after my hair caught fire.”
They will push those around them to be unapologetically themselves.
My eyes landed on Richard’s. He glared at me like he knew my dirty little secret. I shifted back to the magazine, first to the left side, at the woman.
“Found some white creature that was alive inside girl’s vagina after I’d been going down on her.
It was some white creature that was wriggling around.”
Couple sits down at my table. Do the usual greeting. Ask them if they would like to start out with a beverage. The female replies, “coke, please”. The male stops her, interrupting “uh, make that a diet coke. I’ll take a jack and coke”. The date didn’t get any better.
You still secretly want to be popular.
Living with someone on the Paleo diet.
My 35th birthday looms ahead, taunting me with the promise of missed opportunities and lifelong regrets if I don’t spread my legs and invite some sperm in stat.