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I’m a fan of the Irish exit. Grammarly tells me this term is outdated, so I’ll rename it as the vero exit. It’s my preferred method of exiting most locations and events, particularly parties and gatherings. The vero exit is leaving without saying goodbye. It’s really not that necessary to say goodbye.
I always underestimate the satisfaction that alone-time can bring me. I forget how much I appreciate being alone until I take the time to do so. I work for, and with other people, I take classes with other people, and I live with other people. I don’t have much time to be alone.
I am proud to say I have become a legit adult. A real deal adult. A full-on 100% adult. How, you may ask? Well, I have a morning routine… that counts as adulting, right?
Between never putting on sunscreen, never re-applying, getting shit sleep, tanning, or whatever other abrasive skincare routines you have going, it’s no wonder some of you might end up looking like a crypt keeper by the time you’re 30. And yes, this includes everyone of every skin color under the sun (haha, see what I did there?).
A lot of people (especially in the U.S.) have been really antsy this whole pandemic but especially lately.
Over the past few years, I have developed a deep appreciation for the work of Khalil Gibran, a Lebanese-American poet whose words always lead me to self-reflect after reading them.