Every time I feel comfortable in a friendship group, it all falls apart, and I learn that I was never one of their friends after all.
Look, this is a brief overview of how I choose to cook. It is not meant as evangelism; I’m just sharing.
Every social construct, if left to its own devices, starts to take on its own rules, its own customs. This can be linguistic, ceremonial, or in the forms of expected interactions.
Generalisations are always wrong. The idea that men and women are too different to be equal needs to stop.
It’s often a battle getting my child to eat, so what she needs are distractions. Yeah.
I only like certain things, and top threes are about as far as I can get on any given topic.
I don’t have many friends; I never have. I don’t really see the point. It’s not something I’ve taken to.