My gran wanted to do some of his laundry, and she got his laundry basket out, and I happened to notice that there was a big box of condoms in with the clothes, and I managed to sneak them away without her seeing them, and I was just gonna give them back to him when he got home, but now he’s back and it’s way too awkward to mention and I’m stuck with a box of my dads condoms and I don’t know what to do with them because I used one the other day and it was awful because it made me think of him as I was putting it on and I can’t even. what do I do?
is just a waste of a perfectly good death.
And that’s the unavoidable and irreversible nature of the entropy of human relationships.
Far too often people mistake happiness for complacency or a lack of ambition. It’s how a person can spend their whole life searching for something, and then write it off as a character flaw when they see someone else who has actually managed to achieve it.
Here, listen to me singing and playing “Damn it feels good to be a gangsta” on ukulele. Don’t mind the poor lighting/audio quality/me not properly remembering all the words/the fact that it’s sideways… I had to tape in from my from my phone.
And I want to celebrate that fact with a lucky strike.
We sat, just after sundown. The cool, late summer breeze gently flowing over us. I place one arm around her shoulder and gently puller her closer, from the corner of my eye I see her crack a shy smile. I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself to make that big move, and placing my thumb softly against her chin I turn her face towards mine and say those seven words:
”I don’t know how to use velcro.”
and we kiss.
Hearing the person you want to be with say they like you for the first time is infinitely more exciting and fulfilling than hearing the person you are with say they love you for the thousandth time.