From our friend groups to what we did in our free time, a lot of us made some questionable at best decisions in high school.
Talking isn't always easy.
We are our own harshest critics, judging ourselves for harmless actions and run-of-the-mill human emotions. This week, ease off on the self-judgment and give yourself the room to think about what you really want, and then act on it.
It’s interesting what you’re willing to share when there won’t be a record of it. I called a boy, and I told him he hurt me. I told him he embarrassed me, he made a fool out of me.
On December 1, I swore off texting. I figured giving up texting meant I would spend more time on the phone. What it actually did was make me crafty.
So there’s this guy. (Isn’t there always?) The last thing he texted me was some inside joke about avocados. I fell asleep before I texted back. That was pre-Thanksgiving. And now I’m left wondering the obvious - what the hell do I text back to avocados two weeks after I fell asleep?
My inner monologue is usually along the lines of, "What...are...you...doing? I'm not a jack hammer. Stop that. Ew. That was a weird noise..etc."
As someone who spends her days studying communciations, I've spent a lot of time contemplating the ways we get in touch with one another. It used to be simple. A phone call here, meeting for coffee there. Maybe an e-mail or an AIM chat if you were feeling adventurous.
Sometimes it's purely physical, sometimes it's deeply emotional, and sometimes it's just a sense of warmth and amorphous attraction. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with craving sparks, but I think a little too much significance is placed on chemistry.
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I know, giving is just as important as receiving. Sex is about all parties involved, and I absolutely believe that no one should feel deprived of pleasure after a hook up. But everyone has their limits, their deal breakers, their things that they're just not that into.
In light of the recent Blackberry outages, which just so happened to coincide with the day before the iPhone 4S was released (conspiracy alert!), it's come to our attention that we are obsessed with our phones. We can't go five minutes without checking our phones to see if we have texts, emails, tweets, or Facebook messages.
I usually make a conscious effort to keep this column as sex-positive and judgment-free as positive. There's already enough negativity and unnecessary stigma surrounding sex, and I try not to perpetuate it. That said, some things that may happen are a little uncool. There's just no way to sugarcoat it.
It's happened to the best of us. We go on two or three seemingly perfect dates with the guy we've been obsessing over for the longest time, and then...nothing. No phone call, no texts, no anything! All communication ceases, and we're left wondering what the hell happened?