As an Asian-American female, my experiences with racism (and sexism) are hurtful, but vastly different from those of the Michael Browns of the world.
…All of the messages were extremely positive and really encouraging. Their combined effect was better than any antidepressant and I was determined to reply to every single one. Then I got this…
You feel like you haven’t seen the sun in years. The time has “fallen back” which means it is nightfall by the time you leave work. You go home and indulge yourself in beers and tears in the bathtub. This is your life now.
These are the good years, but there is so much more goodness to come.
Other than the loss of a family member, losing one’s computer is probably the most traumatic thing a young person will be forced to endure.
Sure, you can draft out what others tell you to, but if your article lacks passion in the subject, you are nothing more than a drone being told what to do. I don’t like to be told where the limits of my article should be.
You’ll feel superior for about 3.5 minutes before you realize that you behaved the exact same way until about two weeks ago.
I randomly surveyed people around my campus and asked them to tell me the one thing they hate about Facebook couples.
How am I supposed to come up with super smart theories about what’s going to happen on Game of Thrones if I’m just glancing up every so often in between liking arbitrary Facebook posts and putting heart emojis on girls’ selfies?
Phones, these incredible devices that hold so much potential to create connections between humans through exchanges, too often create distance. I wonder what Alexander Graham Bell would have thought of that.