Anyone Want To Go Halves on An Arranged Marriage?
A friend of mine asked me “why would you even want an arranged marriage? “My response was ” Why wouldn’t you?”Everything is already there, all you gotta do is show up.
The Bucket List
I thought to do an actual bucket list: things that I would like to do before I die, hopefully that’s a long ways down the road.
My Passive Aggression Saves Me From Confrontation.
I don’t confront when I don’t think confrontation will solve anything. What I have is a revolutionary form of passive aggression.
I Could Never Be A Sapiosexual
Give me kindness. Give me humour, depth, empathy, a defined bicep would be nice and because I’m a shallow little weasel, give me good looks.
In My Silence, I Became Complicit
Tragedy and silence have the exact same address and I figure in my silence, I became complicit.
I forgot how to be human
I forgot the essence of my being. I had forgotten how to be human. Stopped checking up on people. Forgot to greet people, neglected to be a friend, a sister, a daughter, a decent colleague. ( See while my results were good, the person behind them wasn’t a peach. )
My Stint As A Blessee
It was a good couple of days, I won’t lie. It’s always nice to see the world in the perspective of an older person. The lunches were great too.
What I Would Change About The Way That I was Raised
They did great. But if I had to pick a few things that could have been done differently I would go with:
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I thought maybe I should reacquaint myself with you. Here goes nothing.
I’m sorry but we can’t be friends if…
There’s just something so powerful about a giggle in the middle of a storm.