Bad Life Choices I Made Because I Thought the World Was Ending
5) I would not have drawn a picture of a flower on the back of my hand with a Sharpie earlier this week because now I wake up every morning with an imprint of the flower (it’s a black-eyed Susan) on my cheek because I sleep with my face on my hand, I guess? And every morning I have to scrub it off and now the skin on my cheek is dry. I guess the solution to this is to wash the Sharpie flower off my hand, but I like it. It’s pretty. Now that the world’s not ending, I probably have a couple more days of this to deal with.
In conclusion, I really acted no differently this past week than I would have were the Mayan Ragnarok not on the horizon. But maybe I should at least reflect on changing some of my behavior anyway. Like, finally accepting that Marty Markowitz is just not that into me. It’s going to be tough, but maybe I’ll be able to do it. We’ll see. Death is coming, for sure, but not quite yet.
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