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Our moms really are the ruiners of joy.
I’m thirty years old and my mom is still correcting my language.
My mom gives me a look that would have sent me running for the cornfields when I was younger. But she doesn’t scare me anymore. Well, maybe a little. But I’ve got a window between us that I can shut and a door I can lock if need be. I’m safe in my little orange cocoon.
take a deep breath. I love my mom, but on days like this, I’m grateful I live in my own place thirty minutes away. Maybe someday I can live a couple of continents away. That still feels too close. Maybe Mars will be habitable at some point.
The key to getting someone to open up is to meet them on their level. Find out their interests and know that you will likely find them boring.
He doesn’t say things out the side of his mouth. He can barely say things out the front of it.
think everyone should have to, at some point in their life, work in a customer service–related job.
When someone emotionally unavailable opens up to you, listen with your whole heart. It’s a big deal.
