Falling in love isn’t just for your own benefit. Love wants to change you.
You’re supposed to be just a number. An even, two-digit number that just so happens to rhyme with “dirty” — nothing more. So why do I continue to look at you with such trepidation and disdain?
You have to assimilate to their routine(s) again.
When you sit down to Thanksgiving dinner, you’ll probably feel grateful for the friends and family surrounding you at the table.
Apply for a job you never think you’d get. Not even in a million years. Just to see what happens.
“You’re too skinny.”
Translation: I wish I was that skinny.
You say: Ugh I know. I try to put on weight by eating lots of pizza and chocolate cake, but no luck.
The person ahead of you in line.
Make more time for people than you do things.
You break down and double-text the original friends you were supposed to meet. They’re all “Five minutes away” and “So sorry!!”
Even without a pronounced implication of community, we all want to uncover something we hadn’t thought of before.