She sits in an old wicker chair from her grandmother. It looks centuries old, as if it was hand carved out of bark from the old peach tree she grew up hearing stories about. The back right leg is centimeters shorter than the other three, and when the chair rocks there is a small creaking sound. It doesn’t disturb her though. In fact, she treats it as company. The sound reminds her of old conversations she used to have, listening to everybody’s problems. She had a knack for that. Listening. Not many people know how to really listen without judgement nowadays. Staring out the window, she could see the kids playing. They would ride around on their scooters, checking their mobile phones, crammed with applications for every social networking site available every five to ten minutes. These children couldn’t have been older than ten. The woman continues to gaze out the window, past the tears in the screen and the smudges on the glass. Lifting up her coffee cup, she takes a sip. It’s empty. It’s always empty. It is chipping at the edges and stained. There is yelling from the children, laughter emerges. Her expression remains blank.
Animals are savage. They kill to survive.
Humans are deranged. They don’t kill. They hurt, injure, abuse in every sense they can.
For money. For power. For love.
To my younger sister,
I love when you and other young models post inspirational quotes on Instagram.
“Remember to breathe.”
“Embrace your dreams.”
I can only imagine you sharing that wisdom with a starving child in Uganda: “Aw. Why are those flies on your eyes? Why is your entire family dying of Typhoid Fever? Why aren’t you embracing your dreams? We are all #blessed! You need to discover your passions and travel more!”
I blame our parents for not imparting you with even the slightest amount of perspective. Just face the fact that, by the sheerest chance, we’ve won a genetic and geographic Super Lottery in every sense of the word:
We weren’t born into the terrors of Siberia in WW1, or into disease-annihilated India in the 1700’s. We were born in the 1990’s, to stroll comfortably through the coolest, most advanced, First-World metropolis on the planet.
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As we get into our early to mid-twenties, ew gag me…I swear I was just sixteen yesterday, love becomes a more popular topic of conversation every day. It seems like I can’t go anywhere, family parties, work, the grocery store, hell I can’t even go to the bathroom in a public place without running into someone who is bound to ask that dreaded question, “so are you dating anyone.” My answer is always the same, “no, why would you date one person, when you could be dating five.” Then comes the awkward chuckle followed by the look, you know the look, usually accompanied by the aw honey, you’ll find someone. Well…thank you? I know I’ll find someone, well duh, I’m fucking awesome. It’s not a matter of finding someone it’s a matter of finding the one.
“Disney lied, there is no such thing as fairy tale love.” Well call me crazy, but…
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Writing is a weird thing.
Think about it. Thoughts are in your head and then words come out of your fingertips, are pecked relentlessly onto a keyboard, attached to a computer and then sent out for other people to read with their eyes. So many body parts working together create a result. Such an impact on the world.
Writing isn’t talking.
I don’t even have…
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A lot of people mean well when giving you advice, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a bunch of cliché garbage. As much as I appreciate someone telling me to keep my chin up when going through a hard time, I’m fairly certain I’d rather them let me punch dance out my rage in their backyard. Here are eight most generic, useless pieces of advice you’ll ever receive.
1. Don’t worry about failing.
Maybe you shouldn’t worry about it, but you should definitely be concerned about failing. If no one worried about failing, then everyone would invest all of their money in high risk stocks, then when the stocks plummeted and you lost your home and can’t afford to eat, maybe then you’d give a little thought to failing. It’s not a bad thing to plan ahead. Having a backup plan doesn’t mean you believe you’re going to fail. It…
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1. If you don’t have a thick skin and complete abandonment of political correctness, don’t go near the kitchen. You will immediately learn there that what you consider to be off-limits is just the baseline of someone else’s sense of humor.
2. Bad tippers are the worst kinds of people, and are often terrible in many other ways than just being cheap.
3. Correction, the worst people are those who don’t tip or tip very badly, and accompany their financial insult with a snarky note left on the receipt.
4. The pain of a bad seating chart is a real one, and not a single customer will care or understand that you got slammed while someone else is totally dead.
5. The difference between the people who have never worked in food service, and the people who have, is always clearly visible. And a lot of time it has to…
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