Especially in-law drama.
I’m getting married soonish, which means I’m about to inherit a whole new extended universe of people. And it’s wild how common in-law tension is in marriages. Like it’s expected. A rite of passage.
Not metaphorically. Not in a “time flies” kind of way.
They’re simply… missing.
“Don’t worry about giving your kids a good future. Give them a good past.”
I’ve had a real pain in my ass that I couldn’t shake.
Literally.
For months I’ve been battling this annoying pain in my right glute.
Is peer pressure good or bad? Is it intentional, or mostly unspoken?
Those were some of the opening questions at my first Practical Philosophers meetup.
He defaults to charm and enthusiasm instead.
And I mistook that for genuine interest.
“No” is a perfectly good response.
I am. Just. Me.
Most of us treat our bodies like they’ll just bounce back forever. But there’s a point where skipping the walk, the checkup, the stretch session... it adds up.
This episode is me figuring that out in real time.
Last weekend I was at my parents’ house to bathe my pops. We got into a heated discussion.
He said something that triggered me, and I lost my composure. For the record, he’s an 80+ year-old man and always says things that are triggering.
I must’ve been the most annoying kid.
My poor parents had no idea what to do with me and all my wild ideas.
I wasn’t trying to be one of those people who quits social media and finds inner peace.
I just needed a breather.
I just recently turned 50. Half a century in, and I’m realizing how much fake tension lives in families just because no one actually sits down and talks.