I learned that if a guy wears a $650 David Yurman Star of David necklace, he’s probably a no.
I also learned that with the perfect diet plan and work environment, you can gain 10 pounds in a year–easily.
I also learned that making completely new friends is really hard and terrible. Dating is a joke compared to friend finding.
I learned that, no matter how uncomfortable the confrontation, it’s always better to call or text someone rather than email him or her.
I learned the difference between every day and everyday. Every day means literally every single day. Everyday is an adjective, i.e. “everyday jeans.” Sure, I write for a living, but that doesn’t mean I’m an editor.
I learned to control my online shopping problem. I went from six boxes waiting for me in front of my door on a weekly basis to zero. (Okay, maybe one.)
In direct relation to the previous statement, I learned that Nasty Gal is almost always ill-fitting and not okay, which subsequently fueled my weaning off Internet shopping.
You can still enjoy cinnamon cereal without devouring an entire box of sugary crack cocaine, which destroys your innards (Cinnamon Toast Crunch). Go for Cinnamon Chex, instead.
If a guy has only ever ejaculated twice in his entire sexual history, it’s NOT you.
Dating a man in uniform isn’t all it’s cracked up to be–especially if that uniform is flannel, a baseball cap, and glasses.
As much as I absolutely hate doing it, storing salad in a specified salad container does keep it fresher longer. So annoying and responsible.
I realized, even though it’s still very hard for me to remember in times of desperation and upset, that nine out of 10 times, everything works out. It really does. So many minutes and hours of my days have been (and will probably continue to be) wasted on agonizing over the smallest, stupidest things that amount to nothing in the end. If I had a dime for whenever I got stress zits because of deadlines that ended up getting pushed back, I’d have enough money to buy top-of-the-line zit cream and also maybe not have to work a full-time job.
Kimonos with fringe at the bottom look really cool, but if you’re less than 5 foot 8, they will simultaneously attempt to murder you by way of tripping throughout the course of the day.
Not that I didn’t already know this, but you can literally learn whatever it is you need to know in mere nanoseconds via Google. The Internet truly is amazing. If I couldn’t Google things like, “how do I insert transitions between every slide on iMovie,” I wouldn’t have been able to create one of my greatest masterpieces this past year.
I learned that I actually enjoy encountering stand-offish humans because it dares me to be even more uncomfortably open and honest than usual. If I can tell this person is both awkward and disinterested, I like to keep on keepin’ on until he or she cracks a smile or concludes that I’m the worst.
Sober first dates are mutually exclusive and I won’t hear any differently.
I learned that not only can Bluetooth allow me to make calls hands-free while in a moving vehicle, but that it can also stream my music via Pandora, Spotify, or whatever into my car speakers and out to my ears. No, I didn’t know that before last year. Yes, I’ve had my same car with Bluetooth technology since 2010.
I learned that if someone in your life ever admits to you that they feel second fiddle in your company, run. Run as fast as you fucking can and don’t look back.
I started taking vitamins. This is probably the newest lesson I learned. Did you know water is necessary after vitamin intake because your body has to use more H2O to digest the vitamins? Well, now you do. #healthnut #healthnutwholovesanythingunhealthy
I learned this past year that your mood can change for the better, always. Even if you start the day on the completely wrong side of the bed–I’m talking you wake up UNDER the bed, naked and confused–your day totally has the ability to turn around. I’ve marveled a few times in the past months at how a bad day or a bad attitude I’ve had has transformed into a good one. The trick is to not consciously try to make it happen. Just let it run its course.
I just don’t think I was born to be a loyal retainer-wearer.
There are many nights where you’re just not going to get drunk. Stop trying to make drunk happen–it’s not going to happen. Realize your body isn’t responding and just call it quits. Close your tab, take your last pee, and go home.
I learned that nothing is anything unless the DTR talk happens. There is no way around it. Either put your big girl panties on and DTR, or be prepared to feel fucked then dumped no matter the circumstances.
For the first time, I heard and will now find daily ways to use the term “conscious uncoupling.” Some examples: “Chipotle and I are consciously uncoupling for a month. #swimsuitseason.” “GAP thongs and I have decided to consciously uncouple. They finally realized they’re a poor excuse for a substitute Hanky Panky.” “I’ve been trying to consciously uncouple from my love of craft beer for years now, but it keeps pulling me back in.”
I think the big idea I’m taking away from this last year–and into every year hereafter–is that the best really is yet to come. And I truly believe that.
Emma is a female with a vagina and, subsequently, often writes things other vaginas (and sometimes weiners) find super relatable.
She is a 20something who loves eating, buying clothes she doesn't need, and wearing lipstick. You can find 4+ years of her rantings on her blog: www.emmasthing.com