We Are Never Meeting in Real Life.: Essays
I was living in a crummy basement apartment, having just left my marriage and the suffocating feeling of leading a life that was not my own. I couldn’t understand how it had come to that.
Sheila Heti • How Should a Person Be?: A Novel from Life
But I was always cripplingly terrified of what people thought of me: my classmates, the boys I liked and even the ones I didn’t, random people on the street, the teachers whose approval I craved. That fear was so overwhelming that I allowed it to temper and otherwise silence the parts of myself that gave me joy.
Anne Helen Petersen • Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman
there’s a certain intractable uneasiness we all feel about being alive, and that flits between feelings of loneliness and feelings over being totally overwhelmed and feeling nothing and feeling scared and none of those things present in the same way each individual time we feel them, and the great trick friend.com and its ilk is attempting to do pu... See more