You. The idea, the thought and the truth. All three different things but at one point all the same. You are just a thought, a perception of what I once thought I had. A vision. Something only I wanted. My selfish nature stole the originality of our unique identities. Our personas stripped of everything we once thought we were. Intertwined. Alike. Perfect for each other. So blinded by each other that we lose sight of what we once thought was the path we each wanted. You were a lesson. Although you showed me pain that I never could have imagined, you taught me one of the most valuable lessons in life. I’ve learned to take care of myself and be there for the ones I love. Because of you I have felt like I’ve lost my world, but it turns out you we’re the seeds that blossomed into the most solid foundations of who I am. You’ve brought to life parts of me that I never knew I had, you brought out the person who i never wanted to be. But I’ve found happiness in myself. I have come to a place in life that I never thought I’d be. I’ve found who I am, without you. I now know who I need to be and for that I will be forever thankful, for you.
we opened at 11 this morning. i watched an old man literally pry the fucking sliding doors open at 10:43 and stand there just staring into the empty store and my coworker & i were like sir. for the love of fuck
I worked in a restaurant for while and a woman climbed past an A board sign, ignored the sign on a the door saying the opening times and trotted on in.
When told we were not open she asked why the door was unlocked. My manager explained that it has to be unlocked when people are in the building to comply with fire regulations. Which lead to my favourite exchange with a customer:
Woman: But there are no people in here.
Manager: Madam. The staff count as people.
Woman: That’s ridiculous. *Storms out*“The staff count as people” has me dead
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The current population of college students is mostly people ages 18, 19, 20, and 21, and they are in the Classes of ‘21, ‘20, ‘19, and ‘18 respectively
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