Many years ago I realized that my mother hadn’t given me a model for how to be a woman. I was largely left to figure it out for myself. I subsequently told this to the man I was seeing. He said no, she had provided a model; it just wasn’t one I wanted. I thought that was insightful and probably more accurate than what I’d said.
So I just saw Black Panther. Kinda makes you want to start working out…
As with the words “I love you” the words “I’m sorry” shouldn’t be proffered without elaboration or detail.
If you see me walking along staring at the ground I am not shy or depressed. I am looking for money.
There are people I have sympathy for who also irritate me. I think this feeling should be called empannoyance. Let’s use it in a sentence! “I feel bad that she’s sick but she’s being so demanding. She’s empannoying me.” Or: “They’re a small, struggling business that I’d like to help but it’s so empannoying that their customer service stinks.”
I can’t be polygamous. I’m lucky if I like one person.
The neighbors continued their annual Christmas tradition, which apparently, three years in, is fighting. They must have been feeling extra festive because the police came not once but twice. Ho, ho, ho.
