Being Sick Sucks.

That’s really all I have to say. It makes you feel miserable in so many different levels that you end up pitying yourself and feeling crappy about it, over and over again.

What’s best? Being sick during what people have been calling the #PolarVortex aka freezing temperatures that bring tears to your eyes… and freezes them.

It’s like the world saw me all determined ready to tackle my new year’s resolutions and said: “Hold on buddy, you are not doing anything”. I’ve been to the doctor more times that I’ve been to the gym; I’ve been to the doctor once. Pretty skies and cool pictures to upload? I have a selfie showing me all wrapped up on my way to pick up my medicines, does that count? Try out new recipes and baking challenges? I microwaved some chicken noodle soup last week and my medicine tastes like a questionable piece of cake.

Needless to say 2014 has been awesome so far; don’t let me go all bitter on you right now. Nobody likes a hater; I’m just putting it out there to see if somebody can pick it up and take this plague away from me. Like far away, past Long Island.

Butterflies don’t live that long

Growing up is tough.

You need to improvise every single day. There’s no instruction manual, no chicken soup for the soul… it’s all ramen. It’s like you know what you need to do, what the right path is, but the process of realizing it and coming to terms with it is a whole different story.

It’s easy to lose perspective or lose sight of the road when there are so many distractions around you, so many other lives around you happening simultaneously. It can be scary, and I’m not saying that just because it’s almost Halloween.

You learn to smile and talk to people, lives connect and your network of people grows every day. But at the end of the day, who’s there for you? Who will come help you kill an unidentified bug at your apartment, who will help you choose that gift you can’t decide on, who will happily receive all of your careless selfies, who will answer the phone when stress overwhelms you?

As we grow up we become more like social butterflies, we fly around all colorful meeting people all over. But think about it, butterflies don’t live that long.

Who’s gonna be there at the end of the day?