The trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.
You just have to live for the small things. Like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard until your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.
Reasons I grab my boobs
- running upstairs
- running downstairs
- stoked on life
- walking through my house in the dark