Let’s do it. Let’s corrupt our children. Let’s make them insecure, judgmental and brain dead. Let’s make them believe, above all else, in the power of things. We’ve been doing it for years.
(Clicking to page of very distant hot-girl acquaintance) Considering I haven’t talked to this chick in like… five years… It’s pretty weird how often I find myself looking through her pictures.
Hmm… I wonder what’s in the pantry…
People never stop nagging you with questions: “Isn’t is so hard to be apart?!”
Her mistakes helped you to avoid similar obstructions. “Mental note to self: get caught throwing a party in mom and dad’s absence… major suffering ensues.”
Some girls are born fun-sized, others…well, we’re just fun.
What we should realize, however, is that we spend most of our lives on the road, and much less time at the final destination.