I'm not sure how to rid myself of the ever-streaming thought in my mind that my presence and/or very existence is boring everyone around me to death. I'm not sure how to negotiate between my natural preference of being alone, and the need to not be lonely. I'm having trouble sifting through and sorting out which things about me are actual things about me, and not just warped, rotted interiors that need to be renovated.
What Would Nora Ephron Do? Courtney Kearns has become somewhat of a word hero of mine in the past few months, and I feel morally obligated to share her brilliance. Plus, her blog is named after the woman who brought us Sleepless in Seattle, You've Got Mail and Julie & Julia. She obviously knows what's up.
She writes about things like booty shorts, being single, awkward first dates, and the fun of kissing boys who she has no intention of marrying. What is better than that.
"Here's to being bad at life and writing like it's all on purpose."