A confession: almost 11 years in sales and I’ve hated it from the get,

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A confession: almost 11 years in sales and I’ve hated it from the get,
Back in 7th grade, I liked a boy. Actually, I obsessed over him. He didn't return the sentiment, hence, the obsessiveness. He did like a friend of mine named Joanna though. Asked her to go out with him. She rejected him on the basis that I liked him first. I thanked her for considering my feelings. Now, I realize my selfishness for not even acknowledging either of their feelings. I knew she liked him too, but selflessly, she gave him up to give me a slim chance of hope. That boy and I never ended up going out. He and Joanna never came to be either. We all lost. Fast forward to my late twenties. I've found myself in Joanna's 7th grade shoes. The difference was that I said yes to going out with a man and immensely hurt the friend who was standing in my 7th grade puddle of tears. The worst part was that we kept the relationship a secret until it all blew up and it was considered the Worst Female Betrayal of 2014. Hurting her wrecked me for a very long time. I knew how it felt to want. I was there. 7th grade me felt the same gut-wrenching pain. It devastated me so much that I was sabotaging the very relationship I broke unwritten girl code rules for. I've learned a few things and grew up a bit throughout the whole fiasco. -Calling dibs on a man that politely said year after year, "Thanks, but no thanks," makes him a free agent. Dibs is moot. -The death of our friendship was inevitable. Should've ripped the bandaid instead of trying to shelter her from the pain. -"Honesty is the best policy." -Always choose the possibility of love. Nothing else matters.
You know it's real when you see that your phone number is first on his "favorite contacts" list.
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The hopeless romantic me is now coinciding with real life me. It's barf worthy, but I'm incredibly happy.
Note to self
Don't be an asshole to your single female friend that is looking for the right man, but complains that the ones that show interest aren't doing enough to catch her attention. You've been a struggling hopeless romantic for the past 29 years. And you've complained about most of the guys that took you out on dates in the past. "Looks good on paper, but not good enough in real life." You were her. You knew what it was like to be in her current disposition. Be her friend. And don't act annoyed. For the love of God, don't act annoyed.
The Fear of the Fall
There was a crisp breeze this morning. I left my window open, curtains drawn. I heard the leaves rustle in its midst. It lapped against the curtains, allowing a bit of sunshine to run through my bedroom. At times, the sun would caress your sleeping face. As I laid in bed with you, I was overcome with sincere and absolute joy: you're finally here with me. I kissed the nape of your neck before I got up to get ready for the day. And then I cried uncontrollably in the shower shortly after. Because I'm scared. Scared that I'm in too deep. That it's more me than you. That it's all too good to be true. And as I've dawned on the fact that there is no guarantee for anything, what I do know is that this relationship is worth having. I'm diving in. Head first.
And then we had a talk about me doing more cardio. FUUUUUUUUUUUUck. It begins.
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Listen, I understand the need to sound smart and educated. Hell, everyone could stand to be a little more sophisticated, in my opinion. However, if you're quoting someone else's wise words, make sure to give credit where it's due. I know you didn't come up with that shit on your own. Don't replace key words/phrases to make it slightly different either--you still can't claim it because essentially, it wasn't yours to begin with. You look even stupider now than when you weren't stealing inspirational quotes. Thanks idiot, for making me rant and rave about your quote stealing ways.
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