Scatter manila folders across your table. No one questions the integrity of a person with manila folders.
When people enter your car, it’s a similar moment of vulnerability. Your guests are basically entering a hot box of YOU and whatever it is that you hoard in your sweet ride.
He calls shotgun every single time because… he can! You’re the one with a car and gas money so you’re the chauffeur by default.
The act of blushing can be quite upsetting for the “blusher” because it implies that they are: embarrassed, nervous, ashamed, overly self-conscious, sex flushed? I don’t know.
I’ve made the mistake of, “Oh we’re only going to be out for a few hours right? I can wear these strappy, paper-thin sandal things! Yeah, that sounds like a great idea!” This is NOT a great idea. This is masochism.
The moment you step foot into an Apple store, you are bombarded with a bunch nerdy dudes named like “Steve” or “Dan” dressed in blue tee shirts and beyond eager to assist you. They genuinely want to know how your day is going and how THEY can make it better. IS THIS A DREAM?
Here’s the list I would have written to myself five days ago, had I known what I know now.
You don’t feel like wearing jeans? You don’t feel like wearing pants in general? Well unless you’re looking to impress the 15-year-old dude working the snack counter, then you don’t need to worry about your movie ensemble.
“He HAS to know how I feel! And he has to know RIGHT NOW!”
It’s Friday night and you’re eating tofu in the Whole Foods parking lot. Standing up. Over the hood of your car. Nothing about this feels strange or pathetic to you.