You suddenly start to see the most mundane details about your day in a totally new way. You put a creative spin on your trip to the doctor, that crazy thing you saw on the way to work or what you had for lunch. You also become fascinated by the small details of their day: a new haircut, a conversation with their boss, what they had for dinner: so long as you’re talking to them, you’re happy.
Today I will not argue with you. Tonight I will not whine to express my annoyance. Right now I will not be speaking to you at all. Consider yourself lucky.
He’s the boy that you kissed that one night because your friend dared you.
These days if you’re friend asks you the status of a relationship you can’t give the simple answer of dating, or if you’re boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. Now it’s, “We’re talking… we haven’t been on a date yet but we text till midnight…we know so much about each other….” To me that makes no sense.
Relationships are tricky, can be messy, and are generally really complicated. This is true when you’re 17, in high school, and don’t have a solid grasp on how to cover up zits. But it’s also true when you’re 25, have your own health insurance and cell phone plan, but happen to be drinking wine in the afternoon.
Social media is a cauldron of opportunities — namely, opportunities for humiliation.
3. Because I have a type and you are not it.
I have this fear, a feeling that forces itself into my brain as reality, that I won’t achieve any of my goals. The thoughts paralyze me and yet drive the adrenaline through my body as I begin to mentally and emotionally panic.
So when their phone goes BEEP and they look at your message with no excitement and put it back in their pocket: they’re not worth it. Imagine them doing this every time you text them.
It is not easy for me to be honest. I grew up thinking I had to lie to people to get them to like me.