Taking control of your narrative. Correcting people when they misspeak, or have incorrect assumptions about you and your life.
I like to be the big spoon sometimes because I secretly think about how vulnerable the other person is.
When my dad was reaching the end of his life, my mother’s Christian friend made a case for him accepting Jesus. Wouldn’t want him burning for all eternity, right?
Your skin breaks out. You’re always tired. You keep getting headaches. You’re so stressed that your body struggles to support you.
You’ll find someone over and over again, because that’s how the world works
Aries: You Snapchat screenshots of your dirtiest Tinder conversations. Then you feel anxious about them going viral.
Stalk my ex and like his Instagram picture and then slowly come to the realization that I just did that so I quickly unlike it and pray he doesn’t notice.
If you’re going to a bar because your friends claim there’s nothing else to do on a cold winter’s night, why not try making some other suggestions?
I feel like it makes me dumber, slower, and fatter. It leads to insincere friendships and failed relationships. More than anything, though, I feel like it’s inhibiting my ability to have fun without it.
Sure, love is love and your normal may not be my normal but on Valentine’s Day, it seems like all rational thought goes out the window.