This now TWO week cold/flu means I haven’t been to the gym since last Monday. I am way more upset about this than I should be.
i was reading an article about the same-sex couple that was introduced on Good Luck Charlie and
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When I was nearing the end of thesis struggle 2013, I found one of the hardest parts to be writing the Acknowledgements section. While I wanted to thank my fam (obvi), Pandora’s Bad station, Childish Gambino’s Camp album, and Franzia - I really didn’t think my department would appreciate that.
So now, whenever I am scanning a thesis/dissertation or reading a book I always read the acknowledgements and sometimes I find gems like this:
Finally, words simply cannot express how grateful I am to my family and friends. Thank you always believing in and supporting me, but mostly for always listening and pretending that you knew or cared what this thesis was about.
THIS. I am sure anyone who has worked on a weird/complex project knows this feeling where you are telling friends/loved ones and you know they are just nodding to be polite.
Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
Sometime this week ( I can’t remember the exact date) will mark exactly one year since I have seen K. Obviously, not since I have spoken to him. In fact, we spoke on the phone last night. But it will mark one year since I have been in the same room, been able to look at his face, and smush his cheeks, or feel how it felt when he held me - and this, for me, is so much harder than the one year since our breakup, or when anniversaries or birthdays pass because this - this distance - is something so tangible on concrete to the end of us that if I think about it for too long I am a ball of tears.
I guess it is so hard because we live in different states. So while some of you dread the idea of running into your ex at the supermarket or the bars, I know that unless I plan it, I may never see him again for the rest of my life.
9 time out of 10 I can remember why I broke up with him, why I say we can never get back together, why I know in my heart I needed that breakup to become the person I am today (who is awesome)- but I would so be lying if I said from time to time I don’t imagine what it would be like: living together, getting married, having kids, and laughing all the time. It is just a big clusterfuck of feelings. All topped with the fact that he was in NY yesterday. He was dropping someone off at JFK and (for a whole series of reasons) I did not see him. I wish I could say it was because I was strong and knew better, but really it was just bad timing/my bad memory. And when I realized he was so close to me and I missed my chance - I bawled like a baby. Why? How the hell should I know. Basically, this breakup is still an uphill battle. I just thought making it a whole year without seeing him would be a happy marker, but it kinda just fucking sucks.
TL;DR: Being friends with your ex is weird, and sometimes you cry because you miss that feeling of home. But then you have to remember to suck that shit up, and move on.
No pro team wants the type of ‘controversy’ having a gay player is gonna cause. If he had just been convicted of DUI vehicular manslaughter, or obstruction of justice in connection with a murder, or have been accused of sexual assault, or screamed the N-word at a concert, or killed a bunch of dogs and buried them in his fucking yard — you know, ‘NFL material.’
JON STEWART, responding to reports that college football player Michael Sam has been deemed undraftable by some NFL teams because of the “controversy” surrounding his announcement that he’s gay, on The Daily Show.