Ah autocorrect. Scourge of the Internet. Sometimes it’s helpful; other times it’s certainly not. It changes what you were trying to say into something either incomprehensible or insulting to the other person.
They say that if you ever get frustrated with autocorrect, you should pretend there’s a little gnome in there correcting your work. » Read more
I really liked your article “I Wish I Didn’t Feel Like Having Deep Conversations Right Before Bed.” It was relevant to me because I’ve been in both positions. I’ve been the person wanting to talk about something heavy at the wrong time and also the person who just wants to get to sleep already and is annoyed. » Read more
I know she hurt you, but I’m not her.
I never will be. Never have been.
It’s tough sometimes, how you confuse us. How you assume that when I’m quiet and sad that it’s because I’m passive-aggressively seething. That I’m going to trick you or trap you.
I know that’s what she did. » Read more
I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days. When I first started to worry, I thought maybe it would be a passing thought. A lot of things are. Most things are no big deal, and with time a concern seems silly.
But this one worry has persisted. And I’ve spent most of the day preceding thinking about it. » Read more
It’s funny. People often have really strong opinions about what you’re supposed to do in social situations.
And for the most part, I find that there’s typically a lot of agreement here. But lately, I discovered an arena which is rather ambiguous.
You see, I had heard my whole life that if someone says something mean about your friend, » Read more
It’s been an awfully long time since I’ve had it said to me, but I can still remember the first time I had a partner say “you’re just jealous” in a dismissive way.
At the time, I’d been concerned about something very important. I could see my metamour wasn’t treating our partner very well. » Read more
I find myself saying “I love you” a lot. I do it at the expected times: When we’re bonding, particularly when we’re being romantic. According to you, I say it in my sleep, even. “Love you, love you,” I mutter when I’m nudged but don’t quite wake from the jolt.
I say it so much that we’ve joked that if I were a Pokemon, » Read more
I was joking the other day that my nickname should be Update Girl. But it’s true.
When I’m working on something for someone else, I’m the person who pops in and says, unprompted, “Hey, here’s how it’s going.”
I don’t assume they know I’m making progress on it, unless I tell them I am. » Read more
“You’re feeding the troll. You need to stop replying to him.”
“Well, I don’t. Unless he says something wrong.”
“You see what you did there? That’s like saying, ‘don’t reply to him, except for 90% of the time.’”
People Act Especially Badly Online
I’m watching this all with great interest, » Read more
We meet up to have coffee after a difficult evening. It was our first fight as friends. Looking back at it with a cooler head and a bit of distance, I can see where we both messed up. The miscommunication is glaring me in the face. Obvious now that I’m calmer.
I see what I got wrong. » Read more