I went to a reunion where it was 3 days of non-stop socializing. I was even sharing a room with a friend. I'm normally a huge introvert, and I need my quiet time. A friend and I had made plans on the last night, but she neglected to tell me it wasn't just her and me - it was her and me and 11 other people. In her…

It's terrible the shame a child feels over their own meltdowns, even the distant memory of them. When I had a child of my own and realized that it was nothing unusual it was a great relief.

Okay, okay, fair. I remember once I flipped out crying because I couldn't find a matching sock. My period was involved, also I think I was about 16, so.

NO. No judging. The beauty of this game is that we all accept that humans have moments of weakness and THAT WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER and you are RUINING IT.

As I woman, I can say yes, that is attractive, at least to me. It's letting down the curtain a bit on that masculine habit of showing no emotion. Give us your tender side. Ladies love that shit.

What IS a lug nut key? I thought they just came off with a... um... oh hell, I don't know what that thing is called, either. Wait, I do! Wrench! I'm not sure what KIND of wrench, but some sort of wrench... I think.

I was working two jobs at this time. One was a small business that I owned that was majorly struggling and slowly driving me to bankruptcy. The other was at a home improvement store where I was constantly picking up nails in my tires. I was patching them, replacing them with retreads in singles rather than sets, and…

One of my last semesters in college I had let my roommate talk me into renting an apartment at a really weird apartment complex in Austin called the Metropolis which was painted psychedelic colors and housed a lot of artistic and obviously drug friendly people. I was a middle class kid from a small town and a huge…

Here's a hint: we're all different - don't even TRY.

God, law school will ruin a person. RUIN. Especially the 1L year. FUCK THAT

Oh, I'm familiar with the good old "proxy cry." I hope you felt good afterward, or at least better once your emotions were spent. *virtual hugs*

This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

My first semester of law school, final exams. I was so stressed, I wasn't eating. In fact, I weighed less then than I had since middle school.

I usually keep all my emotions in check (to my detriment, probably), so when it comes out IT COMES OUT

Please tell her or she'll be yet another insufferable child who thinks they invented everything.

UMM 15+6= 21...not 23... I think you'd get left at the altar, too.

Um, 15+6 = 21 , not 23.

I would devour him.

That's fair. I was extremely sheltered in some weird ways and wasn't trying to... like... pass judgment? If that makes sense. I did find out many years later that she had been physically abused, and I probably reviewed this memory in that light (which doesn't make me right, just prone to poor logic). Anyway, no…

Well, I found out years later from my parents (who apparently tried to intervene and that is the story of how I lost my first bestie!) that she was definitely physically abused, so I was probably predisposed to armchair-psychologist my way from that knowledge to this assumption - it makes me feel a LOT better that…