Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

Am I…am I turning into a douche?” “I don’t know. How do you feel about boat shoes?” “Unfavorably,” I answer. “But that doesn’t mean that I’ll still feel the same way about them if I continue to be around them.”

“Dear God,” I whisper. “Whatever you do, don’t drop the soap, Scottie. For the love of God, don’t drop the soap.”

Do not take other people’s flawed opinions about you and turn them into your own.

She shakes her head. “Even Mother Nature represses women. How depressing.”