I Come Off Better In Writing

I honestly think as humans the most important thing we can do is put ourselves in other people's shoes. It’s likely you’ve had enough life experience where you can imagine how you would personally feel in their position. It’s all about perspective. When someone upsets me and I’m telling them what they did, I’m not saying, “hey fuck you for being this way” because 9/10 times it wasn’t intentional. I’m not out here to make anyone feel bad about themselves. Everyone has been on the other side of that and it feels really crappy. You don’t need everything you’ve ever done wrong thrown in your face. I remember times when I’d be getting dumped and he’d give me a list of the things I did wrong. I’d feel so horrible and want to take back any one of those things, then wonder if it would be different if I could change those past events.  That being said... If I were the person dating me and had to keep up with my sarcasm, hanger, solid jokes including “your mom” comebacks, hormonall...

As I have made abundantly clear over the past 13 months, I take advantage of the opportunity to do things that make me happy. Most recently, that included a vacation to the places that serve grits. Flew down to NOLA a year almost to the day that we went last year. No open container laws, try it sometime. This isn’t an excuse to get belligerent, it just lowers restrictions on when and where you can be drinking a margarita. For those who have never been, there are two things you must do in New Orleans.  One: Beignets at Cafe Du Monde. This was my second time and I couldn’t have been happier.  Two: Drink a Handgrenade. Not first thing in the morning. Have some sort of food in your stomach. The cup looks like a green grenade, the drink is green (option to have it frozen or “over ice” which is out of a soda gun) and they put a little plastic green “hand grenade” on the top as a garnish. It’s good at first. Once you’ve done this, you’ll feel it gradually hit you (and I’m q...

It took one year living in the city during the 4th of July to realize I couldn’t handle it. People set off bombs right outside your apartment and not knowing it’s coming, you’re both scared to death and concerned at the glassware shaking in your cabinets. For someone who doesn’t do loud, sudden noises- I’m good with that. Last year we opted to fly to Nola and jump a cruise ship to Mexico during the first week of July. I didn’t hear a single firework. Life wasn’t great but it was perfect at the same time. Years before last, my ex got us a room at a little hotel outside of Lake Geneva where I couldn’t hear a thing. I sometimes just go to my mom’s place in the suburbs but the rednecks out there sure love their explosives and it’s not much better for me. The middle of the ocean is really ideal. This year, I opted to make NOLA an annual trip. I happen to know someone who’s staying there and has agreed to let me sleep on the king-size bed while he takes the couch. We can call him Cli...