The Swimmers

by Julie Otsuka

the shock of the water—there is nothing like it on land. The cool clear liquid flowing over every inch of your skin. The temporary reprieve from gravity. The miracle of your own buoyancy as you glide, unhindered, across the glossy blue surface of the pool. It’s just like flying. The pure pleasure of being in motion.

others of us, however, feel strangely relieved. The terrible thing we have been waiting for has finally happened. A weight has been lifted. A shadow has passed. The uncertainty is over. This is it. The end. No more fun for us. And now we can move on.

this is how I feel about taco shack

And about men in general: “You must pretend to take them seriously” and “It’s not always about you!”