Growing up, I always thought about the future and what was going to happen in it. I was scared of growing up. Scared that something was going to happen and the world would end. When I was a teenager, I used to lay in bed all night and worry about getting old and dying. Or not even getting old, just something happening to me like a car wreck or cancer. I never had any energy because I was up all night. I used to watch tv to take my mind off everything. Or play video games.
When my brother and I wrecked on the way to school when I was 15, I thought for sure that I had really died. Flipping through the air, I remember seeing the sky and the clouds spinning as we were spinning. There's no way we could land in the woods like we did. I didn't have a single scratch on me. For several weeks, I would randomly start crying. During the middle of the day, late at night, tears would flow. I had no grip on my thoughts or emotions.
For several years, I didn't say anything about it. I laughed and joked and acted like everything was fine. I would sit in class at college and couldn't wait to get back to my dorm or apartment to be by myself. I'm still like that. Some days, dealing with people just gets to be too much. When I finished my second year at Old Dominion, I told my mom how I felt. Aaron had just died in the car wreck and I was fishing with my dad and couldn't stop crying again. Twenty years old in the middle of a pond with his dad fishing, bawling.
I started taking anti-depressants after seeing a doctor about it. I was never suicidal, but my favorite part of the day was laying in bed alone for hours at a time. I never, NEVER, drank growing up. I saw all the drunks at Todd's Place on Friday and Saturday nights and hated them. I saw my dad drinking and his mood swings. I wanted nothing to do with it. Until then. I went to parties and started hanging out with everybody. Things were looking up. But the good times don't last. Not for people suffering from depression. Stress makes it even worse. Self-doubt crept in. I gave up when the going got tough. I was doing great in school, but started going out drinking Thursday-Saturday. The instant satisfaction of having fun took priority over school work.
In 2009, my oldest brother was in a car wreck that left him paralyzed from the waist down. I was struggling with school anyways, so I left/got kicked out of Longwood. After a year, they re-instated me. It was either man up and do it, or face a five year suspension. It took having my back against the wall for me to finally get a handle on my life and stop expecting bad things to happen. I still struggle with life at times, but I don't stay up at night wondering when I'm going to die anymore. This was the first winter where I didn't experience my typical spell of seasonal depression.
The mind is a fragile thing. You never know what's really going on with people. I get an opportunity to watch people everyday with my job. I wonder if some of them are as lost as I was. The blank looks when saying hello to someone. Life is hard. I don't let it bother me when they don't respond because I know that they may be trying their best just to keep it together.
I used to be so negative with people who seemed to be so happy. I knew they were just being fake and were as depressed as I was. But I hope they were just as happy as they acted. I hope everyone gets to feel that way, because it's nothing worse to have no control over your emotions.
I still fear that I'll die in a car wreck. I still fear that I'll die of cancer. I don't stay up at night worrying about it though. If you fight long enough, you'll get through even the toughest of times. I feel like I'm there. I'm still fighting, but I'm closer than I've ever been.
Thanks for reading my story.
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Bar Scene
Whew! It's been a while since I've been able to post on here! Back with a vengeance! Ok, enough exclamation points. I was dancing around my apartment doing some cleaning earlier and I was thinking about how I like to dance at the bar. Quite a lot. Probably more than most white straight men. Sometimes when I'm getting down with my bad self, I think, "Andy, you're not bringing it tonight." Something just feels off. It doesn't matter what you're doing competitively, if something feels off, you need to change it; quickly. So when I'm problem solving why I'm not dancing as good as I usually do, there's only one clear-cut answer: I'm not drunk/drunk enough. I may not be a good dancer, but when I'm drunk, you bet I'm the best there is. Dancing, cornhole, love-making (j/k, not really, but really, j/k).
When I'm not tearing it up on the DF (dance floor), I'm trying to order a drink. Ordering a drink for a guy is a pain in the ass. You're standing up there waiting to get the attention of the bartender who hates you automatically for being a guy in a bar, but you also have to deal with girls who expect you to buy them drinks. It's tough when you're both waiting for the bartender to notice you. You start small-talking, she's nice, you tell a joke, she smiles, you pay for her drink. NO! You do not pay for her drink! She's probably got more money than you do in her bank account for one. Secondly, her boyfriend is probably the person she's getting the drink for. Nevermind; it's a girly drink. Nevermind again; he likes girly drinks. It is for him. J/k, she's there with her friends. (No more j/ks. I promise). But she probably got in free for girl's night, and guys have probably been buying her drinks all night. I remember twice in my life when strangers have bought drinks for me at a bar. One time a guy bought me a beer at a bar. He was a marine. Another time a guy paid my tab for me. He was in the Army. Two more reasons for me to love people that serve this country! Happy Memorial Day to all the people serving or have served for this great country! And thank you to everyone that's read this!
When I'm not tearing it up on the DF (dance floor), I'm trying to order a drink. Ordering a drink for a guy is a pain in the ass. You're standing up there waiting to get the attention of the bartender who hates you automatically for being a guy in a bar, but you also have to deal with girls who expect you to buy them drinks. It's tough when you're both waiting for the bartender to notice you. You start small-talking, she's nice, you tell a joke, she smiles, you pay for her drink. NO! You do not pay for her drink! She's probably got more money than you do in her bank account for one. Secondly, her boyfriend is probably the person she's getting the drink for. Nevermind; it's a girly drink. Nevermind again; he likes girly drinks. It is for him. J/k, she's there with her friends. (No more j/ks. I promise). But she probably got in free for girl's night, and guys have probably been buying her drinks all night. I remember twice in my life when strangers have bought drinks for me at a bar. One time a guy bought me a beer at a bar. He was a marine. Another time a guy paid my tab for me. He was in the Army. Two more reasons for me to love people that serve this country! Happy Memorial Day to all the people serving or have served for this great country! And thank you to everyone that's read this!
Monday, August 12, 2013
Problems With the United States
I love the United States. There's so much here to see, to do, the creation of it, the "pick yourself up by your bootstraps" mentality that this country has always stood for. Until now. Everybody wants a hand out. And I'm not talking about welfare. People think they're owed something, when in reality, you get what you deserve.
Now I'm going to talk about welfare. I believe it's noble to help a person in need stay afloat until they can take care of themselves. One of my favorite scenes in Cinderella Man is when James Braddock goes to the Welfare Office as a last resort so his children can come back home to live. After he catches a break and wins a few fights, he goes back to the Welfare Office and pays everything back. That's the ideal scenario for Welfare. But times are much different now. Most jobs require a drug test just to get hired. A drug dealer can receive Welfare while making money selling drugs if they wanted. Or someone could sit at home receiving it while getting high. The same goes for women that don't do anything but have children so they can receive more government assistance. It's horrible and it's wasting the hard working Americans money that should be used for more important things, like paying off the National Debt.
It's mind-boggling to me why there aren't provisions in place to end this. So drug tests cost money to perform. What doesn't cost money these days? If it's a deterrent to a quarter of the people on Welfare that abuse the system, that still helps! The worst case scenario would be everyone passes the drug test and we wasted money paying for that, but I've seen government buildings on military bases get renovated to be torn down. I've seen hundreds of thousands of dollars spent to clear an area, just for another to be unattended, causing the same amount of money to be used to clear that land when it's needed. Which brings me to my next point.
Useless government spending needs to stop. This isn't just a Conservative platform, it should be an American platform. Sometimes you have to spend money to make money, but we've been doing a lot of spending, and spending, and more spending, and we're not making anything (China is). The United States brought in $2.5 trillion in tax revenue last year, whereas we owe $16.7 trillion in debt. Without spending a penny of what the U.S. government receives in taxes, it would take over seven years to pay that off. We spend over 10% more a year than what we collect. Russia spends exactly the same amount the bring in from taxes: 34.1%. Germany? 3% more. Norway spends less than they bring in! Can you imagine us doing that? In my State & Local Government class in college, one of the assignments was to create a budget for all the tax money. It was the toughest assignment I had to do, seeing all the programs that I thought needed to be funded. It's not easy to decide where to spend and where to cut, I know, but the money has to be saved somewhere.
Although this article does clear up one of the major issues I previously had with Congress after watching the news, something has to be done regarding Congress. It's not run for the people anymore, it's run by the special interest groups. The majority of the public doesn't participate in the democratic process. When people don't take a stand and be heard, something still happens. The people that will stand up and be heard are. And unfortunately, those people are being paid by major corporations that are only interested in making as much profit as possible. You don't think the NRA enjoys it when Congress talks about putting bans on guns? What happens when the conversation even starts? People go out and buy more guns and ammunition, putting money in the corporations' pockets.
The list of problems facing the country is long. These are just a few that initially came to mind. But don't just expect things to get better because you want them to. Sometimes you have to do something about it. It starts with getting angry. If seeing the issues doesn't anger you, then you've already given in and have come to terms that this country is going down the wrong path and nothing can be done. If you're angry, then there's still hope. Something can be done still! Get involved with the issues. Talk about it. Be respectful, but you will ruffle feathers. People hate talking about politics. Political talk brings about disagreement, which brings out arguments on policy which brings out the people that say stop talking about it all together. The inaction of those people is exactly the problem that needs fixing if REAL change is going to take place. You don't have to agree on everything, but at the very least, you should agree that there is a problem that needs fixing. The process of coming up with a solution is the fun part.
Thanks for taking the time and reading,
Andy
Now I'm going to talk about welfare. I believe it's noble to help a person in need stay afloat until they can take care of themselves. One of my favorite scenes in Cinderella Man is when James Braddock goes to the Welfare Office as a last resort so his children can come back home to live. After he catches a break and wins a few fights, he goes back to the Welfare Office and pays everything back. That's the ideal scenario for Welfare. But times are much different now. Most jobs require a drug test just to get hired. A drug dealer can receive Welfare while making money selling drugs if they wanted. Or someone could sit at home receiving it while getting high. The same goes for women that don't do anything but have children so they can receive more government assistance. It's horrible and it's wasting the hard working Americans money that should be used for more important things, like paying off the National Debt.
It's mind-boggling to me why there aren't provisions in place to end this. So drug tests cost money to perform. What doesn't cost money these days? If it's a deterrent to a quarter of the people on Welfare that abuse the system, that still helps! The worst case scenario would be everyone passes the drug test and we wasted money paying for that, but I've seen government buildings on military bases get renovated to be torn down. I've seen hundreds of thousands of dollars spent to clear an area, just for another to be unattended, causing the same amount of money to be used to clear that land when it's needed. Which brings me to my next point.
Useless government spending needs to stop. This isn't just a Conservative platform, it should be an American platform. Sometimes you have to spend money to make money, but we've been doing a lot of spending, and spending, and more spending, and we're not making anything (China is). The United States brought in $2.5 trillion in tax revenue last year, whereas we owe $16.7 trillion in debt. Without spending a penny of what the U.S. government receives in taxes, it would take over seven years to pay that off. We spend over 10% more a year than what we collect. Russia spends exactly the same amount the bring in from taxes: 34.1%. Germany? 3% more. Norway spends less than they bring in! Can you imagine us doing that? In my State & Local Government class in college, one of the assignments was to create a budget for all the tax money. It was the toughest assignment I had to do, seeing all the programs that I thought needed to be funded. It's not easy to decide where to spend and where to cut, I know, but the money has to be saved somewhere.
Although this article does clear up one of the major issues I previously had with Congress after watching the news, something has to be done regarding Congress. It's not run for the people anymore, it's run by the special interest groups. The majority of the public doesn't participate in the democratic process. When people don't take a stand and be heard, something still happens. The people that will stand up and be heard are. And unfortunately, those people are being paid by major corporations that are only interested in making as much profit as possible. You don't think the NRA enjoys it when Congress talks about putting bans on guns? What happens when the conversation even starts? People go out and buy more guns and ammunition, putting money in the corporations' pockets.
The list of problems facing the country is long. These are just a few that initially came to mind. But don't just expect things to get better because you want them to. Sometimes you have to do something about it. It starts with getting angry. If seeing the issues doesn't anger you, then you've already given in and have come to terms that this country is going down the wrong path and nothing can be done. If you're angry, then there's still hope. Something can be done still! Get involved with the issues. Talk about it. Be respectful, but you will ruffle feathers. People hate talking about politics. Political talk brings about disagreement, which brings out arguments on policy which brings out the people that say stop talking about it all together. The inaction of those people is exactly the problem that needs fixing if REAL change is going to take place. You don't have to agree on everything, but at the very least, you should agree that there is a problem that needs fixing. The process of coming up with a solution is the fun part.
Thanks for taking the time and reading,
Andy
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Friday Night No Lights
I had a pretty uneventful Friday to my standards, or anybody's standards really. I literally did nothing but get ready for the +New England Patriots preseason opener with the +Philadelphia Eagles. I read articles and watched interviews so I had a better grasp of who all was playing and what to expect. I'm a diehard Pats fan, so my excitement level was through the roof. I had cereal, four corn dogs, and then went and got a double cheeseburger and fries combo for the game. During the game I had a whole bag of popcorn. Couple all that with a few sodas and I had racks on racks on racks of bad calories that day.
Because +NFL Network decided to put the +Dallas Cowboys and +Oakland Raiders game on before the Pats game was over, I made my move...to the high school track for a 11:30 pm run. When I pulled up, I thought to myself "This is ridiculous and you're an idiot for running this late. You're going to get at the very least robbed, but more than likely you're getting murdered." So I honestly took all the valuable stuff in my car to the track with me and put it on a bench. Hopefully the would be drug dealers and shady people would just bust my car up thinking I parked it there and went on a trip with someone else.
I usually wear headphones when I run, but I wanted to hear everything because of this article about how running without gadgets every now and again is great for you. (They were right! I ran my fastest 5k!) But I didn't want to just hear my breathing and how my feet were sounding when landing, I also wanted to make sure a car wasn't pulling up or something was coming to attack me. (I did hear something: bats. Coming from an area of the track with the least amount of light. I made sure to run that corner every single time as fast as possible.) But thankfully, nothing ever attacked me from the woods or from the road.
After about a mile, I began to think that it was possible to set a personal record time for my 5k because I actually felt really good. I was used to going to Gold's Gym that late after work and running on the treadmill while watching a movie in the studio. After about 2.5 miles, I started to realize something was going on in my shoe. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was making the orthotics in my right shoe feel like it was coming out of place. 3.1 miles in, I stopped and got some Gatorade. It was right around midnight and I still felt pretty fresh, so I got back to running. I thought my longest run ever was 5.21 miles, so I stopped at 5.25, only to realize after ending the run that it was actually 5.31, so I missed a personal best there. I definitely could've gone another mile if I wanted to, but I was safe and pressed my luck enough. So I stopped running, stretched for about 10 minutes and headed home to shower.
When I got home and took my shoes off in the bathroom, I looked at my sock and the whole top of it was covered in something red. I thought there might've been something that busted in the shoe like a piece of fruit (I know, fruit? Really?!) because I didn't feel any pain. I took the sock off and my toes were covered in blood. I took the shower, still not feeling any pain, cleaned off my feet really well with a rag, got out, dried off, etc. etc. The sharpness of my toenails where I didn't round them off all the way had cut through the skin of two of my toes. How this happens to me, I don't know.
But there are three morals to this story. Number one: don't run in dark places in the middle of nowhere at night. It's scary. Not even a rape whistle would help you. (I did run faster though, so it might be something to this approach). Number two: If it's not raining and you feel something squishy in your shoe, it's probably blood. Number three: Round off your toenails! They are incredibly sharp and will tear through skin!
Once again, thanks for reading!
Andy
Because +NFL Network decided to put the +Dallas Cowboys and +Oakland Raiders game on before the Pats game was over, I made my move...to the high school track for a 11:30 pm run. When I pulled up, I thought to myself "This is ridiculous and you're an idiot for running this late. You're going to get at the very least robbed, but more than likely you're getting murdered." So I honestly took all the valuable stuff in my car to the track with me and put it on a bench. Hopefully the would be drug dealers and shady people would just bust my car up thinking I parked it there and went on a trip with someone else.
I usually wear headphones when I run, but I wanted to hear everything because of this article about how running without gadgets every now and again is great for you. (They were right! I ran my fastest 5k!) But I didn't want to just hear my breathing and how my feet were sounding when landing, I also wanted to make sure a car wasn't pulling up or something was coming to attack me. (I did hear something: bats. Coming from an area of the track with the least amount of light. I made sure to run that corner every single time as fast as possible.) But thankfully, nothing ever attacked me from the woods or from the road.
After about a mile, I began to think that it was possible to set a personal record time for my 5k because I actually felt really good. I was used to going to Gold's Gym that late after work and running on the treadmill while watching a movie in the studio. After about 2.5 miles, I started to realize something was going on in my shoe. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was making the orthotics in my right shoe feel like it was coming out of place. 3.1 miles in, I stopped and got some Gatorade. It was right around midnight and I still felt pretty fresh, so I got back to running. I thought my longest run ever was 5.21 miles, so I stopped at 5.25, only to realize after ending the run that it was actually 5.31, so I missed a personal best there. I definitely could've gone another mile if I wanted to, but I was safe and pressed my luck enough. So I stopped running, stretched for about 10 minutes and headed home to shower.
When I got home and took my shoes off in the bathroom, I looked at my sock and the whole top of it was covered in something red. I thought there might've been something that busted in the shoe like a piece of fruit (I know, fruit? Really?!) because I didn't feel any pain. I took the sock off and my toes were covered in blood. I took the shower, still not feeling any pain, cleaned off my feet really well with a rag, got out, dried off, etc. etc. The sharpness of my toenails where I didn't round them off all the way had cut through the skin of two of my toes. How this happens to me, I don't know.
But there are three morals to this story. Number one: don't run in dark places in the middle of nowhere at night. It's scary. Not even a rape whistle would help you. (I did run faster though, so it might be something to this approach). Number two: If it's not raining and you feel something squishy in your shoe, it's probably blood. Number three: Round off your toenails! They are incredibly sharp and will tear through skin!
Once again, thanks for reading!
Andy
Thursday, August 8, 2013
Running Socks
You know you're getting serious about running when the style of sock becomes important. It feels like my socks are rubbing up against the bottom of my feet too much, making it burn a little. Is that because my socks aren't snug enough? Or is it because the socks aren't thick enough? Or is it both? I'm starting to notice that the socks I'm using while running make a pretty big difference in how my feet feel when I run. I would love to hear some feedback on which ones are good and where I can find them!
Thanks in advance!
Andy
Thanks in advance!
Andy
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Daily Thoughts
One of the things I keep thinking when filling out job applications is this: Why is it "White Caucasian" and "African-American?" What else would I be? A White African-American? And how many generations of African-Americans do there have to be for the African to be dropped? If they're African-American then I'm Scottish/German-American. First off, I don't think it should matter what race someone is anymore to get a job. The best candidate should get it. Period. Lastly, I don't think the majority of black people in the United States relate still to their African ancestry. The typical white person can name off like 5 different countries that they're mixed with. Let's move past the race identifications, please?
Moving on...
I realized today that almost every time I go out to my parents I take food with me to cook or have my mom cook. It's like a mini-Thanksgiving. The other day I took pork chops with me and they supplied the vegetables, today it was chicken breast and they supplied the vegetables. I'm not the type of child that goes to their parent's house to eat a free meal and leave. I usually go, help out with something, and then eat something that I brought. It's nothing more I love doing in my free time than spending it with them.
Lastly....
Why do people text you and then when you reply they don't text back? Typical scenario:
Texter: "Hey! What are you doing?"
Me: "Oh, nothing much. What about you?"
..................
End of conversation.
What happened there? Were they looking for something fun to do and texted me in hopes of joining me in a fun activity before getting disappointed that I was doing the same thing you were doing? Orrrrrr, did they get attacked by an angry mother bear? Oh, look. A post on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram from them. They're alive. Shoot. I was hoping I wasn't the boring one. Maybe I should just lie next time and say I'm spelunking into a cave or about to wrestle a lion.
Moving on...
I realized today that almost every time I go out to my parents I take food with me to cook or have my mom cook. It's like a mini-Thanksgiving. The other day I took pork chops with me and they supplied the vegetables, today it was chicken breast and they supplied the vegetables. I'm not the type of child that goes to their parent's house to eat a free meal and leave. I usually go, help out with something, and then eat something that I brought. It's nothing more I love doing in my free time than spending it with them.
Lastly....
Why do people text you and then when you reply they don't text back? Typical scenario:
Texter: "Hey! What are you doing?"
Me: "Oh, nothing much. What about you?"
..................
End of conversation.
What happened there? Were they looking for something fun to do and texted me in hopes of joining me in a fun activity before getting disappointed that I was doing the same thing you were doing? Orrrrrr, did they get attacked by an angry mother bear? Oh, look. A post on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram from them. They're alive. Shoot. I was hoping I wasn't the boring one. Maybe I should just lie next time and say I'm spelunking into a cave or about to wrestle a lion.
Social Media Pet Peeves
I don't get aggravated often, but there are certain things that really set it off for me. I've written down my top 5 social media +Facebook+ Fan Page +Twitter Followers Deluxe +Instagram pet peeves. Here we go.
1.) Grammar, spelling, punctuation: How do you get a high school degree, and much worse, a COLLEGE DIPLOMA, and can't form sentences? Is our educational system that bad? The answer is simple: yes. According to the Huffington Post, the U.S. ranks 17th in education out of the 40 developed countries they studied. Teachers don't get paid enough, that's why the people that would be good teachers don't teach. They do something else and get paid for it.
2.) Fake happy birthday wishes: Why even bother posting on a person's Facebook or whatever if all you're saying is a simple "happy birthday"? Even worse would be "happy bday" or my biggest pet peeve "HBD". HBD? Really? No thank you. What are you accomplishing with that? Don't waste your time typing the 3 letters and hitting enter or clicking post.
3.) Selfies: It's okay to post a selfie every once in a while when you're wearing something really nice or you just got a haircut. But more than one a day is stretching it. Are you that full of yourself that you need everyone to see a picture of you several times a day? And what's with all the hash tags?
4.) Asking for Retweets (RT) or Like My Status (LMS): Why on Earth do you need someone to retweet you just because it's your birthday? Or even worse, just for the hell of it? "Hey @Celebrity! Can I get a retweet?" Or "Hey @Celebrity! Can I get a follow back?" Why should they follow you? Because they're going to read what you say and y'all are going to become best friends? No! You just want to be popular. If you have to beg someone to do something for you then that's not something a person that deserves popularity would do. I really like when stories are asked to be retweeted to help people that are in need or when something needs to be brought to attention, but come on. "RT me, bro!" No. You're blocked. "LMS!" No. Why? Unfollow.
5.) Relationship statuses: "I love you baby! Can't wait for you to get home!" ...........Wait...What? You live together. You're dating/married/friends with benefits....Why. Can't. You. Text. Call. Email. Fax. Smoke Signal. Them. That? This has "Look at my perfect relationship, World!" written all over it. That's great you've found someone you love, if you even really love them, but you're just begging for attention. Stop.
Let me know if I missed any or if you think something else should be above these 5! I'm sure there are plenty more that I'm not even thinking about but these were all taken directly from looking over Facebook and Twitter from the past few hours.
Thanks for reading,
Andy
1.) Grammar, spelling, punctuation: How do you get a high school degree, and much worse, a COLLEGE DIPLOMA, and can't form sentences? Is our educational system that bad? The answer is simple: yes. According to the Huffington Post, the U.S. ranks 17th in education out of the 40 developed countries they studied. Teachers don't get paid enough, that's why the people that would be good teachers don't teach. They do something else and get paid for it.
2.) Fake happy birthday wishes: Why even bother posting on a person's Facebook or whatever if all you're saying is a simple "happy birthday"? Even worse would be "happy bday" or my biggest pet peeve "HBD". HBD? Really? No thank you. What are you accomplishing with that? Don't waste your time typing the 3 letters and hitting enter or clicking post.
3.) Selfies: It's okay to post a selfie every once in a while when you're wearing something really nice or you just got a haircut. But more than one a day is stretching it. Are you that full of yourself that you need everyone to see a picture of you several times a day? And what's with all the hash tags?
4.) Asking for Retweets (RT) or Like My Status (LMS): Why on Earth do you need someone to retweet you just because it's your birthday? Or even worse, just for the hell of it? "Hey @Celebrity! Can I get a retweet?" Or "Hey @Celebrity! Can I get a follow back?" Why should they follow you? Because they're going to read what you say and y'all are going to become best friends? No! You just want to be popular. If you have to beg someone to do something for you then that's not something a person that deserves popularity would do. I really like when stories are asked to be retweeted to help people that are in need or when something needs to be brought to attention, but come on. "RT me, bro!" No. You're blocked. "LMS!" No. Why? Unfollow.
5.) Relationship statuses: "I love you baby! Can't wait for you to get home!" ...........Wait...What? You live together. You're dating/married/friends with benefits....Why. Can't. You. Text. Call. Email. Fax. Smoke Signal. Them. That? This has "Look at my perfect relationship, World!" written all over it. That's great you've found someone you love, if you even really love them, but you're just begging for attention. Stop.
Let me know if I missed any or if you think something else should be above these 5! I'm sure there are plenty more that I'm not even thinking about but these were all taken directly from looking over Facebook and Twitter from the past few hours.
Thanks for reading,
Andy
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