As a kid, adulthood seems pretty cool. You maintain the idea that everyone will finally be mature, capable, and relatively enjoyable human beings. You imagine that most daily tasks are pretty easy, since adults have money and must have been practicing these kinds of things for years. You anticipate that everything will finally fall together and make sense. But you’re wrong. Instead, you get to adulthood and realize that lots
Shout out to all my ex boyfriends for making this post possible! Kidding…kind of. I’ve seen a bad breakup or two (or five) and although I’m on good terms with most of my exes, this post is based entirely on the true story of my life. All of the below things have either happened to me, or are things that I’ve done. So, without further ado… Fourteen Things You Can’t Do
I once took a course in college taught by the strangest little man I’d ever seen. He was very smart and I respected the heck out of him, despite the fact that he always wore pants that were entirely too tight (and, ironically, had the audacity to talk to us about libido). One thing he said to us toward the end of the class has stuck with me ever since
The great thing about being an adult is that nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing either—life is just a matter of guessing until somebody tells you that you fucked up, and then fixing that fuck-up. And you keep going, and you keep guessing. Some people just seem better at it because they’ve been doing it longer. So, the best thing for now is to just do all the tiny things that
One time I was in Hamburg, Germany and I got a text from an ex-boyfriend that made me really sad. Well, a few texts to be honest. He’s the kind of ex who you’re not on speaking terms with, but somehow convinces you to engage in conversation and thereby manages to make you sad from a different continent. (Yes, that’s an official category of exes. You know exactly the kind