I glance around. A little boy on his dad’s shoulders. A couple holding hands, a woman with a dog in a stroller. We all gaze up silently. I feel the leftover anxiety caused by the Ambien fade, and realize I will be all right. The veil is being lifted. I can feel the breeze off the water on my skin like I haven’t in almost a year. The end of the show is nearing and the fireworks are coming faster and stronger, louder and brighter. Everyone breaks out in applause and me into tears.
My girlfriend had a nose job done three years ago at my request. (I did not pressure her.)
Slate via The Hairpin
[Could you get a nose job? No pressure. But, yeah, can you do that?]
Too bad. Because A) you cannot save anyone from her own bad decisions, full stop. We get to do stupid things, even if the consequences are staggeringly and immediately obvious. And B) you might think you know, but you have NO IDEA. There’s a whole world that exists between those people that you do not have access to, and because you do not have access to it, you cannot judge it or evaluate it.
Most people are either too open or not open enough. Pick your poison.
I looked like I was based on the novel PUSH by Sapphire.
Wait, what did they say? Something, something Swiss Family Robinson? Can you ask that guy what the question was?
Edith Zimmerman, ”Bad Dates Hall of Fame”, The Hairpin