I had never really given it much thought because there was a big part of me that always knew instinctively. Then, in my early 20s I realized that people are actually probing for specific instances of my raging homosexual tendencies.
Every part of me rejected that phrase. He said it casually in the hope that maybe I didn’t hear it, and maybe it didn’t have to be true, or perhaps so we could just glaze over it and move on to what was for dinner. “I’m sick,” he said.
The whole encounter felt like a double date gone horribly wrong.
The girl said it herself, “She can beat me, but she cannot beat my outfit.” Fine girl…fine. But surely we can try to copy it…right?
As soon as I realized that what I have, in a third-world country, is something senseless, selfish and superficial, yes, but more so something praised for its self-discipline and commonalities with Mary-Kate Olsen, I stopped talking about it. I refuse to be lauded for this disorder.
I can’t help but notice all of the benefits that pregnant women reap and that I’ll never get to experience.
I wonder when needy people are going to figure out they can probably use this on their boyfriend/girlfriend?
There is no book or class out there to prepare you for the adventures you are about to endure as a parent.
The following 10 tips are my guide to survival.
Remember that there are always far better things ahead than any we leave behind. Keep going.