Archive for March, 2013

“You have to fi…

March 27, 2013

“You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.”

Hanif Kureishi


March 25, 2013

i wanna road trip now….

Thought Catalog

Whether you’re traveling from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific, heading up Highway 1 (with that damn California breeze in your face) or journeying south for mint juleps and Creole cuisine, getting in a car and driving for an extended amount of time, while beautiful, can also seriously suck.

Unless you do it right. Here are some tips to guarantee your four-wheel drive, the open road, and all the sights in between are nothing short of fantastic.

Travel with the right person. Do you love your best friend dearly, but (s)he drives you up a wall after an evening out on the town? Do you disagree with your other friend on acceptable driving speeds, gas-station donuts for dinner, or staying at a Motel Six over the Ritz-Carlton? Then you probably shouldn’t take this pal along for the ride. Find a friend, travel buddy, partner, or pet (why not?) who has…

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March 15, 2013

Thought Catalog

1. The one who doesn’t want to deal with society.

You are just not interested in seeing people, and have no real justification for that other than “my soul is tired.” You would much prefer staying in, keeping to yourself, and surfing on the internet (with chat feature safely off). It’s just that the outside world involves so much judgment, so much challenging interaction, and such a high risk of running into people you have absolutely zero interest in seeing. You are the person who is most happy when curled up in their blanket with only one hand protruding for scrolling/clicking purposes.

2. The one who can’t go out enough.

You are deeply considering getting “Where Is The Fucking Party” tattooed across your chest because it is one of those nights — as tends to happen once every so often, much like a werewolf — where you are looking to…

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March 10, 2013

Thought Catalog

Growing up, I was terrified of change, terrified of any disruption in my well-oiled routine. When I went away to college, my mother sold my childhood home and moved up North, which left me so devastated that I actually rented a room in a house down the street just so I could still live there during the summer and have things feel sort of the same. It didn’t work, of course. In fact, it made me feel even more terrible but I wasn’t old enough to know yet that just because something feels familiar doesn’t mean it’s good for you.

I always placed a lot of weight and power into memories. To me, they served as proof that my life was real, that it was actually happening, that I had friends, a family, and people who loved me. Things like restaurants or certain streets would start to have major significance…

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