I wish I could meet you. I’d find great satisfaction in confronting you directly for the abuse you inflicted upon her. You’d feel guilty, I hope. And uncomfortable and dirty.
1. Food partitioning is not a thing.
For me, there’s no draw to the white gown experience. I understand there’s a fantasy element, a glory in being surrounded by beauty, walking in the spotlight. A day just about me. I get it, but I’m not a part of the club.
So even from its birth, and actually before that, love is not something that fits a template. In today’s world, it can pop up like a zit, or you can seek it out like Diet Cherry Pepsi in the grocery store. It cannot be tamed, it cannot be predicted. It will continue on this way, slipping you up like an invisible wet spot on the floor.
ROUTINES. Bored with your life? Mix up your schedule. With the Internet and infinite sources right at our fingertips, there are a million and one things to do in our free time. Take up a new hobby.
You wake up and immediately consider what you’ll have for breakfast. When breakfast is over, you start daydreaming about lunch. And so on.
Wearing cozy (but ugly) clothing. When I wear my robe and fleece polar bear pants into the grocery store, people stare. And what’s the deal with people shaming granny panties? It’s stupid. Being comfortable isn’t a crime; it’s a luxury to be enjoyed.
Dreams of the future become rooted in “we” and “us.”
Money may buy some people happiness, but I’m not one of them. To all those who love cash and luxury: you can enjoy eating lobster tails on your yacht. I’ll be here – enjoying the finer, cheaper things in life.
It was you when we first kissed in my parent’s yard – in front of the house I grew up in. I was so nervous! But it was great – I should have known it would be.