I love writing but I'm bad at writing about me.
Having grown up in a European immigrant community, I know that my experience wasn't exactly the same as yours, but I definitely recognize that feeling.
@susan@twitter the silent judgment of family friends is probably even worse than the stupidly-said-out-loud kind, which my sister has experienced at least once. (I don't drink beer, so I haven't been subjected to it. I also don't really drink coffee, so that usually gives them something to gripe about.)
Now I don't know who to trust! Though I do have a sneaking suspicion about the man who sells pencils on the metro...
@anotherkate is there a protocol for what happens when people find your secret Tumblr? asking for a friend.
no wait that made it sound even weirder. I am not asking for a friend.
Still not sure that "If my mom knew I stole something, I'd be soooo dead" = "I stole a can of Coca-Cola so the cops shot me", but maybe that was an episode of the Cosby show that doesn't rerun very often?
@ardnaxela47 you're Not Like Other Girls (TM)
@Jazmine Nutella mocha? ...New York has been holding out on me.
@Jazmine next Tumblr-blog-project thing, pls
@Poubelle Baba yaga's answer, while honest, was kind of tough love - I like your approach to it. Very positive. Very classic Hairpin.
So heartbreaking, so relatable, but also I had managed to repress all memories of the "pit of despair" experiment and those poor little monkeys and now I remembered and I think I just need a minute I'll be outside maybe I should make some tea and take deep breaths does anyone have a tissue?