There shouldn’t be anything particularly awesome about the idea of me driving myself to the mall and eating there by myself. But I still just love it.
That got me thinking. Is it right to like someone just because they think I’m funny?
I was confronted with the harsh reality that just because I’d really like my life to be a certain way didn’t mean it would work out that way. It sounds like a pretty obvious thing now, but for people who set their goals so high and grow up believing that everything is achievable, it’s a kind of revelation.