My example: rinsing spicy sauces and peppers off in my sink so the spiciness aerosolizes and I realize when it makes me cough. Every. Damn. Time.
My example: rinsing spicy sauces and peppers off in my sink so the spiciness aerosolizes and I realize when it makes me cough. Every. Damn. Time.
the balance between authenticity and following social expectations. you’re supposed to learn through osmosis, the values fluctuate based on a wide variety of circumstances, and nobody can have a conversation about it without pretending like there are no rules.
so I keep erring on the side of authenticity. mostly.
I just wish I had the self-awareness and self-control in these moments to choose being authentic. But, alas, I am not in charge. I’m Maggie Simpson pretending she’s steering the car while Marge is actually in control. Honk honk
it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. I wish I had the self control to stop trusting random strangers with my true inner self. But I know either way it sucks to screw it up.