I have the feeling of being on the verge of something, though not distinctly sensing that this something is good or bad. It’s unnerving to not know whether I should be worried or excited, especially about I-know-not-what.
… especially when it’s probably just too much caffeine in my system at once.
college in a nutshell
I hate to be the bearer of bad future news, but it doesn’t get much easier as an adult:
you know your self-esteem sucks when a really cute guy shows interest in you and you think it’s some sort of sick joke
Or you don’t even take interest for interest because you just assume that can’t be it.
That horrible feeling when you get to work and realize that you don’t have your phone with you and you know you’ll have to wait all day before finding out for certain if it’s safe at home or in a snowbank somewhere.
… and then my car started on fire. THE END.
Bette Howland (via wanduring)
The older I get, the more true this is. There is no waiting. You have to plow through the obstacles and start now.
Being set up on an ACTUAL blind date right now… not like an “I’ve talked to you online before but we’ve never met in person” date, but an “I’ve actually never conversed with you in any fashion, the only things I know about you are what I’ve been told by your friend, and I’m not even sure how I’ll find you at the meeting location because I have no idea what you look like” date. I’ve had a few offers from friends in the recent past, but this is the first one that looks like it’s actually going to happen for real.
I’m either brilliantly bold or nuts. I’m going to go with brilliantly bold.