Every month, I print 10 photos, small moments that matter enough to keep. While the world scrolls past thousands of images, I choose to hold mine in my hands, feel the paper, and turn the pages.
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.
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.