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Situations I Find Extremely Uncomfortable

When you're not the aisle seat on the plane and you really have to use the bathroom. I wait until the moment I'm going to explode to excuse myself. Why? I couldn't tell you. Waiting for the elevator with other people. Especially if they're good looking... why can't I talk to them? I'm a nice girl! When someone comes out of the bathroom and gives you a dirty look when you're about to go in. Honestly, dirty looks in general. Holding the door open for someone and they don't say thank you. Ha, fuck you. When you're in a Fitbit challenge and haven't moved all day, and everyone in the challenge can see you have zero steps. When your best friend fucks someone you've fucked and had feelings for. When you're in the bathroom with people you're friendly with and all the sudden you're taking a shit. When you're running towards the elevator to make it, but you see some selfish bitch clicking on the close button and make it anyway ...
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The Virgin Bachelor

The year was 2019 - the year we were presented with a virgin Bachelor on ABC. It's humorous how people in my generation, count how many people they've slept with. Don't worry, I'm not disclosing myself - I feverishly collected in my iPhone notes whoever I made out with in college. What's interesting is, looking back on it today, I've probably genuinely only been interested in sleeping with three out of the X amount of men I've had sex with. Even so, if the pressure weren't there, maybe I would have remained a virgin throughout college? I'm not saying I wish I never lost my virginity or regret anything, because in all honesty I'm glad I got it over with. It's just bizarre to me that I had sex with people I didn't even have feelings for. Think of porn for god's sake! Do those people really  like having sex that often? I don't get it. Sex, at least for me, used to not be that grand. I just recently experienced what "...
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Social Media and Mental Health

I posted a photo on Instagram 47 minutes ago. That means I have spent 47 minutes refreshing my page to see who liked and/or commented on that photo. Why do we do this? Because we feel insecure? Because we are so wrapped up in how many likes we get? Do the count of likes you have on a picture correlate to how many friends you have or how pretty you are? Should we really allow costal media to somehow validate ourselves? The answer is an obvious no. It's ridiculous how much time I spend on Instagram after I've posted. I can go hours upon hours without checking social media, but it's a whole different ballgame once I've posted something myself. I've discovered the time limit feature on the iPhone, and it has saved my life. While there are some days where I extend the time limit if I've reached it, I've found it very useful. It forces me to cut myself off from the world of social media and focus on the present. Overtime, it has also allowed me to pace the...
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A Memorial to Bobo

As some of you know I'm a writer, but I've never had to write something like this before so, please, bear with me.  When I was a little girl I couldn't say Nancy, so for some odd reason.... the name Bobo came out of my mouth. It's stuck with this incredible woman ever since.  I've had the opportunity to come to terms with Bobo's passing. I flew in from New York on a Tuesday morning so I could say goodbye to my beloved grandmother, oops, I mean Bobo... she hates being called grandma. And rightfully so, the woman had zero qualities that resemble a grandmother, except you know, science. This extraordinary woman started off as my Girl Scout leader, and let me tell you we had the most wonderful times together. As we all should know, Girl Scouts are supposed to do community service, did we do that? Eh, not quite. We went on adventures, and Bobo always planned the best. Bobo was my rock, my best friend, my secret keeper. She knows all of the inappropriate s...
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