I wasn’t afraid of being left alone, I was afraid of keeping him from someone I thought he might be fundamentally in love with. When I eventually met her, I wasn’t put at ease at all by her appearance or personality, but because I could see that, whatever and how much she was to him, he wasn’t in love with her.
I was very much a pencil kid, and for many years always carried multiple mechnical pencils. I’ve been a pen person for many years now (pen doesn’t smear and rub all over notebook pages like pencil lead does) so it’s an amusing surprise to be reminded of things like eraser lint. If I can figure how to deal with the eraser lint, I think (colored) erasable pens may be a solid way to go.
The question is: how well will the ink on the page hold up over decades?
Erasability and novelty, or reliable traditional permanency?
When I was younger I read a lot. I always checked out the library limit (35-40 at a time) and had them all read well within their due dates.
I walked out of the library today with just a handful of books, knowing sadly that there will almost certainly be one or three of them that I do not get to open at all before they’re due.
I realized my reading habits are rather like my eating habits: they haven’t really changed over the years, while my metabolism has.
Squirrels shouldn’t even be out in this weather.
I am not feeling entirely myself this week. But still more me than anyone else may ever be.
Nice things about being friends with girls (as a [hetero] girl):
- you can dote on them without it being misinterpreted as flirting
- when discussing relationships/guys, you don’t really have to mince the words/facts/past to avoid shattering an otherwise (relatively) ladylike view of you.
- you can more often believe them when they compliment you
- you can accept unlimited glasses or bottles of alcohol from them without (usually) being forced to consider that they’re trying to get you drunk to take advantage of you