Today an older man asked me if I was running away from home as I was getting on my bike with a bag of groceries and shirts. One day I won’t look like a rebellious, hormonal teenager. I just don’t like to mess around with my errands and time.

Sitting at bar with coworkers— “Oh! Mariah! My single, attractive guy friend is coming over. I think you would like him. You should go into the bathroom to freshen up. Touch up your makeup. Maybe unbutton your shirt a little bit.”

My professor told me she used to dance all the time until she married her husband (who does not like to dance). Come on, that is depressing.