This always happens. Last week, I wrote a semi-pissy (though well-thought-out) article about how gratitude is overdone, especially around the holidays, and what did I spend all this week doing? Feeling so genuinely, sappily grateful for my stupid, wonderful fucking friends. As soon as I spill my guts about how much something irritates me, I spend the next thirty days rolling around in it like a dog in fresh roadkill. It’s irritating but maybe a good strategy? I should write about how much I hate winning the lottery, cleaning the house or publishing a book.
How to Make and Lose Friends in Just 47 Years
How to Make and Lose Friends in Just 47 Years
How to Make and Lose Friends in Just 47 Years
This always happens. Last week, I wrote a semi-pissy (though well-thought-out) article about how gratitude is overdone, especially around the holidays, and what did I spend all this week doing? Feeling so genuinely, sappily grateful for my stupid, wonderful fucking friends. As soon as I spill my guts about how much something irritates me, I spend the next thirty days rolling around in it like a dog in fresh roadkill. It’s irritating but maybe a good strategy? I should write about how much I hate winning the lottery, cleaning the house or publishing a book.