Some things in life are painfully legal. The other day while I was having dinner with S and we were talking about something regarding X: it’s possible, I said, after some thought. But not probable, our friend interjected, and I didn’t know what to make of that.
Note: Heads up readers: This one is emotional
Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad
No one wrote me a guide book for growing up. No one tells us how to make sure our parents are okay without us.
Here is the story of someone who loved not wisely, but too well. Here is the story of someone who remembers everything, from start to finish. Here is the story of someone who has been up, and down, gone the long way, only to find himself back at the beginning. People never really move from the same spot; they’re the same people they always were. Shallow, selfish, cold. Scared. Alone, lonely, awake in the middle of the night. When the same things run through your head, the same scenes, the same words, and your pillow is wet when your eyes open. Your hair curls in tangles, your fingers are clenched. You hold on to the same old dreams. But we’re running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears.
I wanted to use the phrase “6 random things I hate” and thought to myself “hate” is too harsh a word to use. So “rather dislike” is it.