June 2013
“There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.”
—Writings for Winter: (via sav3mys0ul)
NYT: I Know What You Think of Me →
opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com
The main truth about life that I’ll never get over is that to everyone else I’m just another person
“Anyone worth knowing is inevitably also going to be exasperating: making the same obvious mistakes over and over, dating imbeciles, endlessly relapsing into their dumb addictions and self-defeating habits, blind to their own hilarious flaws and blatant contradictions and fiercely devoted to whatever keeps them miserable. (And those few people about whom there is nothing ridiculous are by far the most preposterous of all.)“ Oof.
There’s something existentially alarming about finding out how little room we occupy, and how little allegiance we command, in other people’s heads.
