You’re high-strung, he’s relaxed; you’re a perfectionist, he’s careless; you’re predictable, he’s spontaneous, you get the concept.
I graduated from one of the top ten law programs in the nation, and I failed the July 2013 California bar exam. I don’t know why I felt compelled to open with that self-validating fact about myself.
1. Have sex, don’t have sex, your virginity doesn’t define you.
For the women out there, pulling hair from your butt crack after a shower.
There’s a special occasion that can be commercialized almost every month.
I do not use seat covers in public bathrooms.
I received a .22 caliber rifle when I was 10. No one ever questioned selling me ammunition or seeing me walking along a road, blazing away at everything in sight.
I wish that I could go to a movie by myself without my mom asking “Who’s the new boy?”
Taboo: Love the game, hate the buzzer.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always been a dynamic personality who could interact with and befriend the dead — but in 2011, having 1200 Facebook friends enables me to give just a perfunctory nod to each of them on a semi-regular basis without having to sustain any meaningful adult relationships.