We are all currently seeing countless friends and acquaintances announce, with a strange, almost demanding kind of fervor, that they are getting married. They post photos of rings and statuses of how happy they are, and accrue “likes” and comments from friends and people who aren’t remotely close enough to be invited to the ceremony.
It’s a man’s game of thrones.
I am not less cultured because I don’t often get to leave my home state. I am not less interesting or intelligent or worthy because I fill my blog with places I would like to go but have not yet been able to.
You know that gut-wrenching feeling [SPOILER ALERT] when Ned Stark gets his goddamn head chopped off?
I’m sure I’m not the only one getting a total 7th Heaven vibe here, because someone in the YouTube comments validated those instincts.
Is that an artificially colored tail?
Unless you committed some kind of legal/ moral atrocity, no one will remember how you spent half of the evening trying to convince a houseplant to come home with you.
We have nothing in common. I think back on our relationship and struggle to pin down what exactly kept us together for two years.
You know you’re out of control when people have to schedule a date, make sure there are witnesses around, and practice what to say to you just to address you about your behavior.
Believe it or not, I don’t hide in my roommate’s closet to make sure you’re the only person he’s bringing home after a night out.