The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren���t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.
Last week I joked that my very cerebral, retired-police-chief-grandpa is basically Holt from Brooklyn 99 and then today someone said, “damn, we’re out of decaf” and he just deadpans “well there’s no need to get hysterical.”
the fray: where did i go wrong….. i lost a friend….. somewhere along in the bitterness….. and i would have stayed up with you all night…… had i known how to save a life……
There was a great big flash/everything just changed/his molecules got all rearranged/When he first woke up he realized he had snow white hair/and glowin’ green eyes
This is seriously Chuck and Blair in a nutshell. They fight, break-up, make-up, have sex, kiss, irritate each other, stay “friends” and fight some more but they always come back to each other. This is why they were always endgame no matter what. They understand each other better than anyone else. There is no one else in the world better for them than the other. They tried setting each other free but they always came back.