You’re going to need a lot of booze.
I was supposed to be a fighter, and yet, all I could do was stand there and let them take me away.
Thank you for your application of “I love you.” Your forms are being processed and we are formulating a response.
You’ll turn on your torch just to check, and you’ll see that they are real, and there is something moving near your foot.
Desperately, you try to think of a way out of the situation. Your sympathetic nervous system begins to work on overdrive as your fight or flight reflex kicks in. Do you run, or do you stay and fight?
It dawned on me one day as I sank into a particularly sad mood—the type that has an ache to it like its own heartbeat—that we are not meant to be hollow. So, I chose to view as essential the grief, sadness, and longing that rush in like caged water escaping through cracks in crumbling walls.
Look at your student loans. Cry a little. Then get over it.
Everyone should live in New York City at some point in their life. It forces you to look closely at who you are, what you want, and why you want it.
1. Don’t look anyone in the eye. Just trust me on this one.
The only thing left to do was start crying.