I Hate Your Car

I spend a lot of time as a pedestrian. I drive sometimes, though rarely these days. I don’t have a car of my own any more, I sold it. Sometimes I miss my car. It felt good to sit in it, knowing it was mine. It gave me freedom until I moved to New York, then it became more of a ball and chain. (Though, for that year in which I both had a car and lived in New York, I still felt good sitting in it.) Now that I don’t drive, I hate your car…

Have I tipped enough?

I’m a good person, I tip between 15% and 20% depending on how well I was treated (I just made several enemies saying sometimes I only tip 15%). I’d say on average, I give 18% (I just made several more enemies that realized I don’t always tip at least 20%). I’m confident in my choices, so I don’t have any shame over this but that doesn’t stop people from trying to shame me.

Leg Problems

The other day I posted a photo to Instagram of a man rudely stretching out his legs on the subway. I didn’t think much of it. I made a joke that we need to, “Forget man-spreading (when men sit with their legs wide open on the subway, taking up two, or maybe more, seats), we need to stop man-lengthening.”

It’s the rules!

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I have opinions on a lot of things. I spend my days coming up with opinions on things I previously held no opinion of. It doesn’t matter if it affects me, I need to have an opinion of whatever it is. I’m rarely coy when it comes to how I feel about things and really like… Continue reading It’s the rules!