“Get optimistic,” I grunt to my reflection. “Don’t you cry on me now.”
“Can you still hear me over the sound of the passing decades?”
“What is that?” she asked, as if I could possibly know.
This limitation also provides a lot of opportunity. Will you take advantage of it?
For those of us without a Corona Baby making partner.
I have a list of body parts that don’t work anymore; I’ll keep adding to it until none of them do.
Objectifying people doesn’t just reduce the victim, but the perpetrator as well…
One is HEINOUS and BAD. The other is GLORIOUS and WONDERFUL.
“There’s Tom again,” she sighed as the bum walked by. “He always tries to convince me that we become clouds when we die and he wants his face to burn from the floating ice drops while he flies through them.”
Or, Why trying to be good at everything failed me.