We're All Damaged

This originally appeared at The Irresponsible Reader.
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It's a cruel fact that if your wife cheats on you, the guy will have a name like Tyler. Something cool–something your parents never would have had the guts to name you.

This Is Where I Leave You

This Is Where I Leave You

For a while now, I've had to keep reminding myself that I'm a nice person. Like, nice nice. Midwestern nice. Half the people who signed my high school yearbook told me so–it's documented. A few of them even mentioned that I should never change, never ever. I once helped a blind lady walk across a grocery store parking lot in the rain. I used to run 5Ks on Saturday mornings to fight cancer and juvenile diabetes and all of that horrible shit.

Obergefell v. Hodge

really

I've given it some thought, and, seriously, there's just no way Facebook can be good for you. I'm sure there have been studies, so this probably isn't some brilliant revelation, but I'll say it anyway. On the surface, it's harmless enough, I guess. How bad can it really be with its endless baby posts, food pictures, and beachy foot selfies? But it's not that simple. Mixed in with all of its silly bullshit, Facebook is the literal manifestation of all our regrets, looping and looping, for free, on our computers and phones. People who should be gone and safely out of forever are there again, one cryptic little glimpse at a time, reminding us of all the things we should or shouldn't have done.