Sarah

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
moroccanmanga
moroccanmanga

I was just thinking about how lucky I was to catch Sex and the CIty as a 13 and 14 year old, only because I had my own TV and my own room. I watched the show during reruns and then watched the final two seasons as they were airing.

Sex and the City taught me the most valuable fucking lesson in life. And I didn't know it would be this valuable, but now as a 30-something year old woman I realize how important it was that I grew up to think it was the most normal and common thing in the world to sit at your own table, without feeling the need to use another person as a permission slip to enjoy an outing.

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If I had not seen these grown women sitting by themselves, paying for their own drinks, watching live music or passerby, unguarded, how could I have possibly grown up to do the same? As no one in my immediate surroundings ever does this. I know i'm not alone in this, but I don't know very many people who do the same, unfortunately. Most people I know would need someone to go with. But here's the thing... You don't always have people to count on. And some of us have never had them.

Everyone is so self conscious about enjoying things by themselves. But for someone like myself, it's imperative that I can go to the zoo, ALONE (and I did on tuesday and it was amazing!). I'm too spontaneous (impulsive>adhd) to rely on friends or family, who now all live in different cities and have responsibilities and other priorities.

I've had friends look at me like I was an alien when I told them I go to the movies by myself all the time. Or that I go to museums by myself. The first time I went to see a movie on my own, I was around 17 or 18 years old, I thought about Carrie

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I don't need it to be a date. I don't need to go to a museum with a date. I don't need to sit in a cafe with a date.

I learned to enjoy and live life, instead of waiting for all the pieces to fall into place before I could start to exist.

unclefather
owlet

every day i look at the sink and i’m like seriously? honest to god i have used dishes once again?

owlet

this post is not for people frustrated by ppl putting dishes in their communal sink bc “oh i would NEVER leave a dish in the sink.” fuck off you already have your life together you don’t need this post. this is for the slimes and losers whose sinks are filled with the dishes of their own creation. this is for the lazy women, the useless men, the pathetic enbies. get out of here you sparkling clean dished heathens

cryoverkiltmilk

These other assholes: Oh I hate leaving a mess. Cleaning up actually helps me unwind!

My ADHD executive-dysfunctional fuckin goblin self: I have to perform a TASK? But I just performed a task YESTERDAY!

elidyce

Some people simply do not understand the profoundly Sisyphean torment that is cleaning things.

Dishes.

Clothes. 

House.

Self.

IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW OFTEN YOU DO IT, YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN. DOPAMINE PAYOFF IS ZERO, THE TASK IS NEVER COMPLETED AND YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO STOP DOING IT EVER IN YOUR WHOLE LIFE.

octobaba

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