“I could be so much better if I could only bring myself to care.”
I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.
If I take a few wrong turns, I could end up in Canada instead of at work.
Getting through the morning took a full day’s worth of effort.
My smiles have been fake all day and now my cheeks, in addition to my soul, hurt.
Spoiler alert: The self-proclaimed “official craft store of Heaven” doesn’t actually care if their employees see their families.
Well, the good news is that there is a lot of room to not be so dumb.
Sometimes you have to give up on your dreams to pay the rent. That’s not failure. It’s recognizing that you don’t love anything nearly as much as you love not being homeless.
I already feel badly about the things I didn’t accomplish after college so what exactly would be the point of going to the reunion?
I’m too tired to make this my problem.