My life since college graduation has been the most wonderfully uncertain, bumbling, transitional, fun, flailing, cacophony of experiences and existence.
I don’t know what it is, really, that makes some men think it’s cool to display their pale, moist and hairy feet in public.
Ten years ago, I blacked out and was raped by a woman who I proceeded to date for the next year and a half of my life.
1. You can say their name without instantly wanting to fall into hysterics and throw things…or throw up.
It happens all the time: when I go out to a club, party, bar, or any event where alcohol is present and mention I don’t drink, people seem to take it as a challenge.
Most of us are young and dumb at some point. It’s abnormal, in fact, to encounter an emotionally intelligent teenager.
I didn’t touch alcohol for the first time until I had gotten my acceptance letter from college. I wasn’t personally peer-pressured, more just pressured by society as a whole.
Fear, uncertainty, optimism… again.
Oktoberfest. Cincinnati, Ohio.
2. You’ve had a sore throat for the last four years.