The thing that’s scary about “adulting” is noticing that this is it. This is the whole world. This is traveling and paying bills.
This is what being marriageable is. And friendship is.
And it’s not bad.
But it sort of… maybe isn’t all that you thought life could be.
And it’s not like you get much better at it. It just keeps happening. You can get better at anticipating it, you can get better at not minding it. But the only thing that really helps is allowing yourself to be amazed and impressed by it.
I like to read and all, but I have a friend who Loves Books.
Capital L, capital B. Loves. Books.
He’s a writer.
He said that it makes him happy knowing that there are too many books in the world for him to ever read them all. That he’ll get to the end of his life and there will still be books left that he hasn’t read.
I do not agree. I feel like this fact means that when I read a book and don’t like it I’ve made a mistake. For every book I read and dislike I’m missing out on the opportunity to have read 3 books that I loved and couldn’t put down.
But there’s something comforting to me in the idea that there are umpteen feelings in this world that I haven’t felt yet. That though it may take time, though the variety of the feelings until then may be muted, one day I will experience a feeling that is unlike any I’ve had. New.
Something vibrant and alive.
That’ll be so exciting.
Last night I got on the subway and there was a woman sitting down and taking up two seats. She had her shopping bags on the seat next to her so I said “excuse me” and she took the bags down. I looked across the way and there was a couple there grinning, like they had been annoyed she hadn’t taken her bags down ages ago. I sat and was happy.
A few stops later I looked up because there was another young woman leaning over us who nearly fell. She had been looking at the paper that my seat mate was writing on.
This stranger was trying to help the woman next to me work out her math homework.
I offered her my seat and when I looked back at them a few stops later this manicured blonde was giving this woman private math tutoring.
It was such a beautiful sight, this young beautiful woman explain the finer points of fractions to this older stranger.
In a world full of bad, there is still good. Come to New York and see.
I’m obsessed with poet/artist/feminist/tear-jerker rupi kaur.
I ordered her book Milk and Honey and am waiting for a quiet moment so I can read it and cry.
In the meantime I stalk her blog.
What beauty. What love. What a terrible world, what a beautiful world she reveals in this world.
My mother texted me last week,
I just realized you’re a millennial. How does that make you feel?
It doesn’t make me feel anything. It’s a buzzword and the definition of it seems to expand by the day.
But knowing that I have something in common with an artist like rupi, even if it’s just the assumption that we have to be somewhat similar in age makes me really proud. It makes me proud to be in a generation with artists who I trust to speak on my behalf.
I saw Mad Max yesterday. Spoiler alert, it’s more interesting through an environmental lens than a feminist one.
And the couple I saw it with and I didn’t love it. Meh, whatever. They drive a lot. And shoot and keep driving.
But what was striking was this.
I said that everything I’ve read about Mad Max was about how awesome feminist kick-ass it was. And that it was disappointingly not the case.
And he agreed with me.
His girlfriend mentioned something else annoying about it.
And he agreed with her. Emphatically and with additional examples.
He voiced other concerns about the movie and men in general. “Why do men do that?”
“Well, of course you don’t understand. You’re a perfect specimen of man. You give me hope.”
The only dating advice I have to offer is: Expect the guys in your life to be kind and respectful. Don’t make excuses for garbagey behavior—”Oh, that’s just what guys are like.“ It isn’t true. Expect them to be good, treat them like they’re good. And if they’re garbagey, move on. Don’t let your world get cluttered up with people who think they have some gender-based right to be awful.
–Rainbow Rowell [x]
Capricorn: Be trustworthy, consistent, and never flakey. Don’t let them get away with not talking about how they feel, prompt them to express their emotions more often. Be their biggest supporter when it comes to their goals and always make sure they make time for fun and its not all work. Let them have their private time every so often, and help them to de-stress and relax. [x]
There is one person in this world who does all these things.
When I read this list that face popped into my head so fast it almost brought tears to my eyes.
It explains why I care so deeply, they know how to care for me.
There are a lot of love languages and if you’re someone who doesn’t take flowers and chocolate to mean I Love You then sometimes its hard to feel like you’re hearing it enough. It’s surprisingly unsettling when suddenly it feels like someone does know how to communicate with you. Especially when it’s instant, feeling like you’re being heard really is the best thing there is.