I don’t feel old enough to be adult. I still get excited about blowing bubbles, love Paddington Bear, and fervently believe that ice cream constitutes a food group (it’s got calcium in it, right? I need that for healthy bones so it’s kind of like a superfood…).
In this day and age, some parents would rather be a friend to their children than a parent.
Whether it’s good or bad, luck is the title given to something that is entirely self-made.
Instinctively, I wanted to take it upon myself to help him, to tell him it was going to be okay, to tell him not to do it. He reached out to me, so it was my responsibility, right?
I know this doesn’t apply to everyone, not everyone is a student and not everyone wants a dog, but for both that fit this category I give you my reasons why.
You won the lottery at birth, and with that comes tremendous opportunity.
Being sexually attractive to all men at all times.
I am completely self-determined now and have realized that I actually know very little about real life.
We can only change what we control.
There are two phases in your life in regards to your parents: the complete and utter bliss that exists before they drop the very first “give me a grandchild” hint, and then everything after. Nothing is ever the same after that moment.