This daydream will throw your hopes on top of a mountain, and swiftly knock them back down. We’re so aware that it’s a completely crazy fantasy, but sometimes we just can’t help it.
I’ve tried to make sense of it. Because when things don’t go according to plan it has to be for some bigger reason.
I devoured the movie with my girlfriends. We laughed, and sighed, and finished two bottles of pinot. But I watched us with newfound guilt. We wanted what we saw. We expected what we were told.
The only way to improve the parts of ourselves that we usually try to deny is to look straight at them instead of away. The path to better is through.
This is the unfortunate reality of things. Times change, people change, and things change. This change sucks and it’s what ignites our suffering, but we have to endure it.
This is going to seem really fucking weird, and unbelievable. This platform seems like the most logical to splurt my ongoing situation on. My mind has been running in every direction possible simultaneously and all I want to do right now is collect my thoughts, compute everything that has happened, and just talk to all of you.
We paint them, reword them, rearrange the memories until they make a beautiful montage.
You can never be 100 percent certain about what’s going on in your significant other’s head. Even if you feel a connection to your partner that’s stronger than anything you’ve ever known, their mind will always be their own.
What I’m trying to get to is this: I will wholeheartedly admit that I used social media as a way to crop, edit, and filter my new reality, but that is not okay. We shouldn’t try to mask the struggles of our daily lives in order to prove to others that we’re better.
Red. This dress was red.
Except it wasn’t.