my therapist told me:
"if you're an anxious person, do everything for fun. go to a job interview for fun. exercise for fun. start a blog for fun. anxiety feeds on importance. don't treat everything like a life-or-death situation."
and then it all made sense.
One of the things I’d love addressed by law is the inability to add your parents to your company health insurance scheme. Once they are senior citizens, you should be able to treat them as your dependents in every single way including being able to add them to your insurance
Mi acto más recurrente de microfeminismo es no reírme en ningún supuesto chiste machista y decir con calma y caraeculo que no entendí, que me expliquen por qué es chistoso. Funciona literalmente todas las veces.
When I was nine, our teacher made us write letters to "our heroes" for a writing unit. Most kids chose their parents, or Michael Jordan, or the President. For some reason, I was deeply obsessed with the golden age of piracy, so I wrote my letter to Blackbeard. It was a very aggressive letter demanding to know where he hid his treasure and warning him that "the British Navy is coming for you." My teacher, Mrs. Gable, instead of explaining that Blackbeard had been dead since 1718, actually looked up a historical museum in Ocracoke, North Carolina, and mailed the letter there. Three months later, I got a package at school. It was a hand-stained parchment scroll sealed with actual red wax. The museum staff had written back in character as Blackbeard’s ghost, telling me the treasure was "buried in the minds of those who read books" (which was a bit of a cop-out, honestly), but they also included a replica Spanish piece of eight. I was the coolest kid in third grade for a week.