So I got my period at work today with absolutely no warning and went around asking all the women in the office if anyone had anything and nobody had a single thing.
One of the guys overheard me and said he had pads in his car because he keeps them there for his girlfriend for emergencies.
And then he went out to his car and came back and handed me a pastry bag.
This man had put the pads inside a pastry bag so nobody would know what was in it. To save me the awkwardness of walking through the office visibly carrying pads. He thought about that. On his own.
And it wasn't just one, he gave me two because I had an eight hour shift and he did that math himself apparently.
I was not prepared for......
lied.
I am a eater.
I love when u canโt leave me alone.
I love being babied.
I love being told what to do.
I love making out.
I love when you show youโre jealous.
I love that sleepy voice.
I LOVE physical touch.
I LOVE crazy.
I love obsessiveness.
I remember blocking a co-worker because she found my instagram page and had the nerve to come up to me at work in front of everyone like โomg I didnโt know you were getting married, I thought you were already married, I saw your engagement photos yesterday that you postedโ. The next week she came in and asked me if I deleted my page, I said โno, I blocked youโ.
@hell_line0 Access is a privilege, not a right.
If you canโt respect privacy, you lose proximity.
Some people confuse curiosity with entitlement.
You corrected that in one sentence.
I complimented a woman at the gym today because I genuinely thought she was in her late 20s. She laughed and told me sheโs 46.
I asked her what her secret was.
She said, โBe clear about what you deserve. Accept nothing less. And stop stressing over anything that doesnโt move your life forward.โ
The way that answer came right when I needed to hear it.