A few years ago, I called my friend and asked her to log in to my bank account and transfer money from my savings into my checking so I could pay my weed dealer. GOD, WERE WE EVER SO YOUNG?! (and smart phoneless?)
When you run into an ex with their new significant other, you know it must be because you did something terrible in a past life, like drown puppies or play in a ska band.
Be in the present. When you’re unhappy, it’s tempting to think about the past and basically anything that’s not right in front of you. But the past is something you can’t do a damn thing about and obsessing over it will only further the unhappiness.
People—even the wrong ones—come into your life to teach you the lessons you can’t learn on your own. It is your job not to make a fuss about it. You just sit, listen, let their words bleed into your scalp, and get the hell out at the appropriate time.
Basically I want to know what it feels like to be the boy who cares less.
Fairs are amazing. They take everything America stands for and then they deep fry it like a Twinkie. Where else can you eat fried dough, hang out with farm animals and see a washed up ’80s hair metal band all in the span of a half hour?
People still have this image of addicts being complete train wrecks, whizzing through life barefoot, disheveled and insane when, in fact, it’s often the opposite. Addiction can look like anything. It can look happy and healthy and productive and loving and kind and a hard worker.
When you’re in a relationship with someone, you’re allowed to really lean on them for emotional support. As sad as it sounds, you can only rely on your friends for so much before they start to feel a little suffocated.
I think it goes deeper than me moving and being in a time of transition. It has to do with experiencing a moment of clarity that leads to a sincere desire to change the way you live your life.
Come from someplace else, anywhere else, and start to miss your family. Arrive in New York being like, “MIZZ INDEPENDENT DON’T CALL ME, I’LL CALL YOU!” and then realize, “Oh my god, my parents are going to die one day. I can’t live this far away from them!”