There are those guys who do everything for their girls - flowers, gifts, surprise dates, the whole presidential package. Then there’s us bare-minimum specialists, looking like Jokers because apparently “wyd?” doesn’t count as effort.
The potential you see in other people is sometimes just your imagination wearing a suit. You’re basically looking at them and thinking, “If I were you, I’d have my life together by now.”
Manipulative people are so talented. They can start a problem, make you apologize, and somehow leave the conversation feeling like YOU were the villain.
Staying at home for too long can really humble you. You miss the days you had a purpose, waking up every morning with problems to solve instead of negotiating with the fridge on what to eat.
Online shopping has taught me one thing: never trust a picture. You order a king-size bed, then the rider arrives with something your cat could use as a mattress.
Some girls don’t have mood swings, they have a whole political coalition. One minute you’re their favorite person, next minute you’re being addressed like a suspect.
Some days, progress means taking bold steps. Other days, it means waking up, doing absolutely nothing productive, and somehow convincing yourself, “At least I didn’t give up.” Progress is progress.