“I’ve already explained to you how ______ works at least seven times, and if I explain it again part of me is going to die.”
We look at other people and we see them through a lens whose perception is dictated by factors like our upbringing, our social status, the stereotypes that have been etched into our brains by our parents and the media over the course of our lives.
It’s like reading a book with a few pages that have been ripped out from the middle; I can continue reading, but there will always be parts in the later chapters that will leave me scratching my head, trying to guess what I missed in the pages I couldn’t find.
The following 10 tips are my guide to survival.
I hope that the boyf likes what he sees; rough edges and all.
This is the nature of being in your twenties. It’s nearly impossible to have all the boxes checked, unless you’re one of those RARE BREED OF TYPE-A PSYCHOS THAT DOES.
We live in a world that places such a premium on the opposite of depression — on that ever-elusive dream of happy, whatever that is — that sometimes we forget that sometimes all we need is just to be okay. Knowing that someone is there. That they will listen. That they care.
She grew up — she had to grow up. Like everyone does. She discovered her own books, books I’d never read — books that hadn’t been written yet when I was a child. It’s what’s supposed to happen.
“You and your brother are probably the two good things your father ever did with his life,” my mother said on the phone after I told her of his death. “I think, really, that’s a fine legacy.”
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