I.
One day, a fire cannot die. The next, it's gone.
II.
Who you hurt, will never forget.
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Go for it. You'll drive yourself mad living in question.
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There's a way to not let go. Use it.
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Work should never consume your purpose.
One day, a fire cannot die. The next, it's gone.
Who you hurt, will never forget.
Go for it. You'll drive yourself mad living in question.
There's a way to not let go. Use it.
Work should never consume your purpose.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I have been thinking of all the things my mom does for my family and me. Although I couldn’t write nearly all of them, here are a few things that moms do for us.
They find that shirt that’s right in front of you, but just you can’t seem to find.
Sometimes we have trouble seeing things that are right in front of us, but sometimes things are hiding and only our mom can seem to find them. She somehow remembers where everything gets placed, and everyone in our family is lucky that she does otherwise no one would know where anything is at. It has to be some sort of superpower.
They love you unconditionally.
In the presence of your mom, you can always feel safe. Whether you mess up for the thousandth time or do something they don’t necessarily approve of, they will still love you. And when they tell you “I will always love you, no matter what”, you know they mean it and those are the most reassuring words you will ever hear.
They are always there to listen, and when you don’t want to talk, they’re always there to offer a much-needed hug.
Sometimes you need to talk it out, and you want someone who will just listen. Mom’s are the perfect candidate. They will listen without judgment and they will always be on your side. And for the times that you don’t want to talk about it, the hugs they give can make almost anything better, instantly.
They make sure you never go hungry.
“Are you hungry?” or “what sounds good?” are questions that are frequently asked by mothers. If you do happen to be hungry, and even times when you’re not, they offer to make you something which is always hard to pass up.
They’re always willing to help with all the adult things you quite haven’t figured out yet.
Don’t want to go to the doctors by yourself because you’re getting a shot? You don’t have to; moms are always up to holding your hand. Don’t like making difficult phone calls when something goes wrong? Mom’s usually offer to help you out; this isn’t their first rodeo. Need to know anything about your insurance, your bills, or those spots on your leg? If they don’t already know it, you can guarantee they will do everything possible to figure it out for you.
They know how to make you laugh.
You and your mother have countless inside jokes. You could go on for hours talking about "remember when’s." She knows the things that will make you laugh until you cry. Even at the age of 20 she will still pin you down and tickle you, because she can and because she knows every one of your tickle spots.
Moms are a special kind of human. They are such a blessing every single day and deserve the praise, not only on Mother’s Day, but on every day of the year. There is a reason they are often referred to as supermoms. These sweet individuals are always trying to make our lives easier, and bless their souls for that.
A true friend will tell you if the shirt is ugly, or at least ask to borrow it and "accidentally" burn it.
A best friend will love you regardless of the stale french fries you left on the floor of your car, or when you had lice in 8th grade and no one wanted to talk to you.
Sometimes your first true love is your best friend. This person picked you, out of everyone else, to be the one they connect most with. Love the crap out of them.
It's calming to know that they will be one of the first to come looking for you if you miss their call.
Find the friends that will be supportive when your fish dies.
Sometimes all you need is someone to remind you to indulge in some of life's finer things.
If a friend does the same embarrassing thing as you just to make you feel less alone, they truly care.
A best friend can make you feel confident, even when you're wrong.
In the words of Josh Groban, "You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains."
If you haven't in a while, tell your best friend you love them.
Do as I say, not as I do.
Your eyes widen in horror as you stare at your phone. Beads of sweat begin to saturate your palm as your fingers tremble in fear. The illuminated screen reads, "Missed Call: Mom."
Growing up with strict parents, you learn that a few things go unsaid. Manners are everything. Never talk back. Do as you're told without question. Most importantly, you develop a system and catch on to these quirks that strict parents have so that you can play their game and do what you want.
Asking to go to your friends house a second time is futile. In fact, it may make things worse.
You don’t get to go out Friday and Saturday, silly child. Choose one.
This significantly improves your chances of getting a yes. Pro tip: Doing extra chores helps.
Who are you going with? What time? Where are you going? Who else is going? Who are their parents? Where do they work? How long have they been there?
Prepare yourself for a lecture when you get home.
If you ever want to be able to go out again, you better go home on time.
Calls start coming the minute you’re late.
R.I.P. if you see two or more missed calls.
Because the one room they will not go in determines the cleanliness of the rest of the house.
Anything remotely inappropriate results in a 10 second joke turning into a 30 minute lecture.
Disclaimer: When you turn 18, it becomes, “My roof, my rules.”
Don't be that kid that gets caught by their parents driving somewhere they weren't supposed to be.
I don’t care if you were told to hunt down the last unicorn in the world using a pot of gold stolen from the leprechaun at the end of a rainbow. Just do it.
Say your prayers.
The second you hear your name being called, drop everything you’re doing and run.
They just aren’t. Why sleep somewhere else when you have a bed at home?
They might not always show it, but they do.
"Friends" maybe didn’t have everything right or realistic all the time, but they did have enough episodes to create countless reaction GIFs and enough awesomeness to create, well, the legacy they did. Something else that is timeless, a little rough, but memorable? Living away from the comforts of home. Whether you have an apartment, a dorm, your first house, or some sort of residence that is not the house you grew up in, I’m sure you can relate to most of these!
Getting a pet is great -- cats, dogs, fish, or any sort of thing you can keep makes you care for something beyond yourself and gives you company. (Some are huggable, too!) As a pet owner, you can definitely tell when they’ve gotten into trouble … and sometimes you get a little weird with them. Non-pet owners just wouldn’t understand.
Without parents to wake you up, how do you even? Or, you know, if you fall asleep at your desk studying because you're working hard. Rough life, man. And mornings were hard enough as it was.
We all make mistakes, Ross. It's fine. Whether you mixed your colored laundry with your whites, or you were cleaning and you bleached something that was not meant to be bleached, there's gonna be nobody at fault but you. And even if you're by yourself (or your cat is judging you), you have to own up to it, and move on.
Nobody can do sarcasm like Phoebe. Cooking is very exciting in the beginning and all, but once you're at that stage in your life when you're too lazy to even make ramen, and all you have in your fridge is an empty milk carton and some leftovers from last week, well, it's a lot less fun.
You've finally got a place where your friends can hang and people can come over! But see above. Cooking, cleaning, all that stuff you need to do to prepare for guests is harder than it seems, and if you keep telling yourself that pizza isn't a cop-out, then everything will work out.
Just like Chandler, you might not be entirely aware of what health and sanitation is. It's fine, we've all been there. And it's a lot harder than it seems. You're not alone.
Since you can go all out, you will, and there's nothing your roommates can do about it. Friendsgiving? Heck yeah! St. Patty's Day? Of course! And best of all, Halloween, where your space becomes the spookiest around (on a budget, of course, nobody's made of money).
So maybe you don't live exactly alone. It's good to have a roommate, right? Especially if they're a good roommate, so you don't have to be picking up after them or complaining to your cat. And when you want to have a do-nothing day, they'll be there for you (and you'll be there for them too.)
Don't even pretend. That's hilarious. If you can study, good for you, but the rest of us will be over here not doing what we should and hanging out with our friends instead. And cramming and panicking later.
If you've ever cleaned a place after a party, you are a survivor, a true warrior. Even cleaning bathrooms or the nooks and crannies of your place before a parent visits will yield some interesting results, however. You never know what you'll find, but it's usually not pleasant.
There's only two modes here: #foreveralone or everything's coming up roses. Without supervision or even any sort of restriction, you can do what you want to when you want to. That means going out ... or staying in. You can do whatever.
There is nothing quite like family.
Family is kinda like that one ex that you always find yourself running back to (except without all the regret and the angsty breakup texts that come along with it).
I digress.
Point being, family is always there – on the good days, the bad days, and even the days that you forget to shower (thanks guys). They still remind you to tie your shoes before you leave the house, and they wake you up when your alarm goes off 6 times and you still haven’t gotten out of bed. They support you in the bad times, applaud you in the good times, and, of course, lovingly humiliate you in all the worst times.
Unless you’re my brother, who likes to strip down every ounce of pride and good character that I have left in my body after enduring a 15-week semester from hell.
Totally kidding. I love my brother. And my semester wasn’t actually personally gifted to me by Satan himself.
But that doesn’t negate the fact that during Thanksgiving break this year, he decided to tell me that I’m the family member with the “resting bitch face”.
“It’s not that bad,” he tried to tell me.
Thanks. Happy Thanksgiving.
What is it about the infamous “RBF” that makes some people just… have it? Why do I have one, but my mom doesn’t? Why does the girl across the hall have one, but her roommate doesn’t? Why does the cashier at Dairy Queen have one, but everyone who gets ice cream from her doesn’t?
It’s talent. It has to be.
I guess I don’t disagree with my brother. But he’s definitely the first one to have ever pointed it out. If you’re anything like me (and your brother tried to soften the blow by telling you that Pout-Pout Fish was “your book”), then you might resonate with these 7 things whenever someone asks you, “Do you know what an “RBF” is?"
I already know where this is going.
I mean, I’m not lying. I’m in college. “Tired” is just another thing that courses through my veins and keeps me alive – alongside caffeine, Netflix, and probably really cheap alcohol.
Thinking about the next time I’m going to get food, probably. No really, I’m not mad. Just hungry.
My zone-out time is just really sacred, that’s all.
This one’s really convenient for all of us passive-aggressive introverts out there who hate drawing attention to ourselves.
Or maybe I do. Actually I don’t know. I hope I don’t.
Having a RBF can’t possibly be worse than having a creepy smile every time you zone out, can it?
I’ve learned that the nice thing about suffering from RBF is that it means alone time when you need it. Can’t be that bad, right? I mean, if it makes anyone more comfortable, I could start eerily smiling and laughing quietly to myself every time I zone out. But somehow I don’t think that would make the situation any less awkward. So instead, I’m just going to embrace my RBF for now. And maybe go read Pout-Pout Fish. But if I start to seem angry while I’m reading it, I promise I’m not. I’m probably just really into it.