The Viking Beard club is a club that is typically targeted at those men with the facial fuzz! The beard/man mane. However, all sorts of facial hair welcome.
We all know of the Green Monster. They've possessed us and will forever live on among us, feeding off of success stories and all the good things in life. This is dedicated to just those people who cannot, for the sake of everything, just be happy for their friends' successes.
Anyone who knows me will know of my obsession with Roald Dahl's Matilda, his quote regarding how books managed to transport Matilda to 'new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives', related well to me as it was also something I searched for but, little did I know that I didn't need anyone who lived an exciting life, I just had to confine in four particular women that were already present in my current life.
Intro: If you cry, I will wipe away your tears. If you stumble, I will help you stand. If you feel like you're alone. You may be going through something that is hard to explain, just know I am here for you and always will be. I will stand by you, I will help you through, I will dry your eyes, I will fight your fight, I will hold you tight, and I WON’T let go. Your gonna make it! If you are lonely, I'll be your shadow. If you need to cry, I’ll be your shoulder. If you need a hug, my arms are open. If you need a friend, I’ll just be me.
I was just thrilled to death when I got the job working for Hunks-N-Lunks Gym. I would be surrounded by big muscled guys for about forty hours per week, watching them working out and sweating as I would look around and check them into the gym. Oh, joy!! It was like a dream-come-true for me. Little did I know that one kid in the gym would change my life during my first week there.
I have always been a generous and big-hearted person. Meaning I always put others before me, I am always last to myself. Even if it is my own birthday and it is up to me to choose what to do and where to go, I always go wherever others want to go. And if one person in the group complains about the place? I feel like such a failure, like I let them down. Which... when I re-read that now, sounds so stupid, but it has happened all my life.
High school changes you. As much as people do not want to admit it, it does. Even if its just the slightest change or a major change, we all go through it, and most of the time we do not notice it happening. It just seems to happen; one moment you're one way and the next, you are completely different. This happened to me in my high school experience. I did not notice myself slowly drifting from my friends that had been there for me the past eight years, I did not realize that by getting what I had always wanted, I had pushed them away.
Friendship is kind of like trying to fit into those pair of jeans. Incessantly manoeuvring yourself in attempt to squash into that one pair that now make you look less like Kim K and more like a vacuum-packed prime slice of ham. Sure, day by day it’s hard to notice, but one morning you wake up, that’s it. You’re considering fat camp. These jeans just don’t get you anymore and it's frustrating. It’s sad. You even think, ‘I went to college with these jeans.’ ‘We had so much in common’. And yes, I’m personifying a pair of jeans. Let me explain.
When I met him, I had no idea who he would become to me. I didn't know I would have over a dozen nicknames for him, or that I would learn all his favorite foods, or that I would spend more time with him than anyone else on our team of 60+ people. This is what it's like to know him.
Upon reading the title of this post, most of you may be offended. Nobody likes loose change. It's heavy, it's loud, and it takes forever to save up enough to actually be worth anything. As an adult, when you find loose change, it often ends up in a jar or a drawer and is then hidden away until it's full and you finally decide to cash it in.
I don’t know about you but “Long-Distance” doesn’t conjure up the best of feelings in the pit of my stomach. To me, long-distance always meant goodbyes and promises of calling each other regularly that not so slowly turned into phone tag then silence. My first experience with “long-distance” was in sixth grade when one of my closest friends moved from five minutes away to 20 minutes away- and man, let me tell you—it was ROUGH. We went from having the freedom of seeing each other practically whenever we wanted to having to plan hang outs, check our schedules AND our parents schedules, and coordinate drop off and pick ups. And don’t even get me started on the rollercoaster of emotion we both went through as she navigated her new school and made new friends (and then wanted me to MEET them, the nerve of her!). But lo and behold, that 20 minutes didn't stand a chance when it came to our friendship.
Everyone in your life knows you've been hit, and hard. You can't hide it no matter what you do. Even the most stoic person shows signs. The changes in behaviour may be subtle, or it might seem like you've been possessed by a body-snatcher you are so different. And everyone reacts differently.