10 years ago, a Black woman told me that, while it’s perfectly valid to disagree with other people’s opinions, I should rethink the level of confidence that I depict when discussing a topic that I don’t know all that much about.

She probably saved quite a few others and myself from a fair bit of trouble.

I did that experiment with my flatmates for some weeks once. (I love them, but they had it coming.)

One had a tighter schedule and you actually noticed the change pretty fast. I ended up telling him pretty early.

The other one didn’t notice at all, so I just went on and on. He was mad at me when I told him. Told me I should’ve just kept going if it’s working.

Both couldn’t tell from the taste alone.

I started to learn how to dance. You know, with other people. I’m really not the type. It’s embarrassing and terrifying. It also really helps me confront some of my fears. I’m pretty proud of that.

Let’s see what this leads to.

I hear they’re pretty good at driving local birds extinct right now. Think about what would happen if they got this much time to hone their craft!

Guess I run into traffic, yelling and waving at the taxi that just deliberately passed me by. Then I get hit by a truck.