Just Be Better
Work harder, longer and more diligently than you did yesterday. Put on your sneakers and run as fast as you can for as long as you can, even if it’s just one block.
Work harder, longer and more diligently than you did yesterday. Put on your sneakers and run as fast as you can for as long as you can, even if it’s just one block.
This morning, I ran away from a man on the street. It was 8am and I was on my way to work, walking down a quiet block that separates my house from the subway.
There’s something moronically enticing about wondering if someone you’ve been sleeping with is ever going to contact you again, chain smoking through weeks on end of radio silence.
I met him at a bar through some mutual friends one summer, and we flirted a lot, drank a lot, made out on the dance floor, then on the way back to his house I puked in the street behind a car.
The thought of being single forever doesn’t distress me the way it did when I was 21 – in fact, sometimes when a guy is stressing me out I actually think, “Don’t worry, if you want you can be alone after this!
“If you’re willing to do work, you can have anything; that’s what makes the U.S. of A great.”
Will I remember how to lie awake on Sunday morning while you sleep, counting the freckles that pepper your back?
It’s disgusting. You pull apart and strings of saliva dangle between you like foul, sticky spider webs.
Nothing does it for me quite like a stereotypically cranky dude.
…We’re all suffering. Just ask the Internet.