What we talk about in our twenties
Things change. Things stay the same.
And when we talk, we make the words matter.
Over the weekend, I had an interesting chat about chatting.
What we talk about with others.
How we handle social situations.
I’ll admit to getting a little anxious in big groups, and sometimes I feel like I have “nothing to say” — or nothing interesting to say, anyway. Because I write a personal newspaper column, most of my “good” stories become fodder for my work. It may not seem tough to write a measly 450 words twice a week, y’all, but trust me: it gets challenging.
Sometimes I sit around in my pajamas and eat cookie butter out of a jar. Other times Spencer and I watch “Manhattan” and surf eBay and hang around drinking coffee, then do some laundry or pull weeds or whatever. All necessary tasks — but not exactly compelling.
When my sister and I had the chaos of planning two weddings last year, we always
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