Today I want to talk about soul mates. There is a lot of debate about whether the soul is even a real thing, or if souls are fated to be together. I am fully aware of the culture of superstition around these things, but isn’t it nice to think that there is another human or animal out there and your souls are bound to meet, even if it is just for a short time.
I’ve never been one to forgive and forget. Italians have a way of holding a grudge all the way into their afterlife and quite possibly their rebirth, if you believe in that sort of thing. But as five years ago I have tried to suck the poison out of my life as Cady did in Mean Girls.
While my readership is probably as low as a WordPress website can be, I still feel compelled to write a little something for those that stumble upon them.
I am not a wizard at relationships. Am I really good at the one I have with my boyfriend? 100 percent yes. But, still that doesn’t mean I’m perfect at it. And it definitely does not mean that I will have good advice for you.
Recently, since I have developed a new and exciting fear of leaving my apartment. Strictly speaking, driving, I have instead taken to sitting at my house and listening to my environment. Because of this, I have been very involved with my new downstairs neighbors that have just moved in. Do I talk to them ever? No. Do I care about what they are doing? No. I just find their lifestyle of coming home at strange times and their odd number of people living there interesting. And thus, this list was born.