Makes for a most excellent martini
Lately whenever I think about things that I had always hoped would come before 30 (getting married, having kids, having my shut together, etc.), I always think I only have 2 years. And that is terrifying.
Then I remember that I’m 26. Why do I keep thinking I’m 28 when I’m having those worries about the future?
Maybe I’m subconsciously trying to make myself happy by surprising myself with my real age… Who knows
Driving to an orgo session when it’s starting to get dark at 3:30, listening to angsty rap (drake’s new album), breathing in the almost uncomfortably warm air of the upper heating vents in my car, and feeling irrationally tired (or maybe I’m just getting sick)…
Yup, it’s winter in Chicago. Queue mood shift. Welcome back, introspection, detachment, and heaviness.
1. Are they trying to distract me while their trusty accomplice robs me?
2. Did they just get out of the mental hospital?
3. Did they just get out of jail?
4. Am I on ABC’s “What Would You Do”?
5. (If they’re attractive) Are they winning money in a bet right now?
146. Oh, is this just… a conversation?
someone please explain to me why customer service policies generally end up encouraging stupid shit?
you have a ridiculous freak-out over something like a valid policy that you don’t want to follow, and you get an apology, you get your way, and you probably get a sense of entitlement in every future interaction.
i guess this extends past customer service, and into regular old life. WHY?!