Yes. And from my point of view, relationships are a form of horror XDall a matter of perspective, no?
That's amazing. I agree about picking your battles. In my situation, when my ex claimed I had tried to get with her sister, I considered making a big deal about it and fighting to prove my innocence, but I decided to say "F that, I don't care anymore", and so that worked out, because today (about 7 years later), it actually doesn't matter at all. I think that's one thing that's hard to realize when something bad is happening at the time: in a few years, it isn't going to matter at all.funny story, that (no really, it is actually sort of funny for people not me). it's a very real illustration of the butterfly effect on a micro level, with an extraordinarily complicated interaction of people and events from all corners of my life over the course of several years.
In the end, he did ask if it was cool - after they had all but started dating. i could have exercised my right to righteous indignation, but it would have only served to make more of a mess of things than already existed. In the end, you have to pick your battles. I had already won in a way - she was actually after my other friend, first which i threw a wrench into and she had to settle for the other guy. small, silent victories
That's awful. It's interesting how much we put up with when it comes to relationships sometimes. I think for me, for a long time, I would put up with stuff out of some irrational fear of being alone if I broke up with a girlfriend, so I may have put up with stuff that, had I been thinking rationally, I would never have done. But relationships and emotions are anything but rational.Wow everyone's exes stories be cray. I would share mine but I don't have any. Oh. Well my ex once made out with my friend in front of me, idk if that counts? at the time, we weren't really involved but it was soon after we were (we personified the "it's complicated" relationship status) and my friend was very very drunk. She cried for hours after because she felt so bad for letting it happen. I didn't stay mad at her. I forgave her but I guess I don't forget it, I know she doesn't. Anyway, at the time I just didn't feel anything. I was like oh look. He's kissing her. That's happening then. And then I just carried on like nothing had happened. This was really only the beginning in a long series of **** things I put up with from hin btw. This should have really been warning enough, haha.
Yeah, I was surprised when I watched all those years ago.For an Adam Sandler movie, Click is really sad in the last 30 to 45 minutes!
Speaking of which, still waiting for season 4....."L" from Death Note is basically BBC Sherlock.
I've had that experience as well. It wasn't uncommon for me to be in my first year of college at age 18, and then have other students in my classes who where at least in their late 20s. I can even recall a student that was in my third- and fourth-year classes who was in her 40s. This was when I was 22.Community college is so surreal because like there are a lot of people who look like they're around my age but they're actually in their thirties and married with two kids like what. It's really cool, though, because there's people from like every ethnic background and age group all here in this one school. That's really neat.
you have to have amnesia with public performance of any kind. if you dwell on your mistakes, you'll never make it. screwing up is a painful but necessary part of the maturation process. the only thing you can control is how you prepare for the next performance.I'm pretty sure that ever since I screwed up at a piano recital my mom (who's a piano teacher) held, I've started getting anxiety just from practicing. Not sure it if's just me, but really, ever since that time, it hasn't been the same.