“Well, you’re dressed nicely today. You don’t look like you’re struggling.” Oh, I’m sorry, should I have shown up in pajamas with greasy hair and body odor?
Keep growing. Keep waiting for that day that fabled teenage sex-drive kicks in for you and you find the opposite sex irresistible. Keep waiting.
We grow up inundated with messages about how there is someone for everyone. These messages are horseshit.
For those who have lost a father, Father’s Day is a day for everyone else to remember what you think about everyday. But for next year, I say: go on — take your dad for granted. I give you permission to do nothing special for him, to treat him exactly like you always have.