There are a lot of things I’ve seen people stick on their cars. Antlers. Pink handlebar moustaches. Menorahs.
But the stick figure family bumper sticker has infected more cars than the Toyota recall of yesteryear.
So what do you do if you are a single girl sans stick companions to slap on your car’s rear window?
For the single girl who has everything she will ever need:
For the single and searching girl:
For the single girl who has given up all hope:
You’re welcome, ladies. You’re welcome.
After he reveals he has a girlfriend:
Life as a resident assistant at a Christian college would have been a lot easier if I could have texted my female resident, “I know there’s a guy in your room after visitation hours.” It would have saved me a lot of hassle from knocking on her door, coaxing a confession out of her, and then weaseling my way into her room to find him hiding in the closet behind her laundry basket. Then again, I would have never learned how to confront situations and resolve conflict well. In a culture where we have more screen time than face time, we’re more worried about cultivating the art of showcasing our dinner than the art of our interpersonal skills. As a result, our social media outlets are killing four major social skills.
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To everyone who follows my blog:
While my blog may have flatlined this past month, my heart has not.
Don’t get too excited now.
So where have I been these last few weeks?
AKA: watching a lot of Netflix.
(I’m pretty sure the devil suggested making the next episode automatically start after 10 seconds.)
While I needed a relaxation hiatus, I’m still working on some important writing…
I’m crafting a book proposal to make this blog into a book!
So I’m still here, I’m still alive, and I’m still writing.
And I’d love to keep hearing from you– and especially what you would like to read in a My Letters to G book!
And most importantly… thanks for reading and waiting patiently for my return.
Sometimes I wish BuzzFeed quizzes told me more than what font I am (Futura) or how many Justin Biebers I could take in a fight (14).
While taking on 14 teen pop sensations in skinny jeans during a fight seems overly ambitious (I would probably be more comfortable with 12), sometimes I wish making relevant-to-life decisions was as simple as answering a few questions online in a few clicks. Especially when it comes to ending relationships.
And I’m not just talking about roses are red, violets are blue kind of relationships. I’m talking about the platonic kind: friendships.
Before you do another Facebook purge or delete another contact in your smart phone, take this quiz: