Friends

I need a reminder that this political nightmare can change, and that I’m not alone in my sense of helplessness, hopelessness. I need a reminder that my gender does not by default make me meek and powerless.

When something ridiculous happens (frequency: every goddamn day), where will you...go? What will you...do?

On recognizing the personality trait that was damaging my friendships without me realising it...

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The thing is, as you get older, it gets harder and harder to make new mates and maintaining your old friendships can be tricky too. You get busy in your new life, you’re not talking to each other as often, and slowly bit by bit, you start to lose touch. Your friendship becomes a victim of circumstance. Although there have been ups and downs, this is how we’ve learnt to keep our friendship alive.

It’s Monday, 6 a.m. and Sarah, 30, wakes up — as she does five days a week (but really, it’s seven, because the body is a fickle thing).

She’s made all the mistakes, so you don’t have to…Ask Erin is a weekly advice column, in which Erin answers your burning questions about anything at all.

Things as simple as a missed call from an unknown number or someone knocking on your door put me into straight up fight or flight. I really do hide from people who come to my door. Real talk, I have gotten on my hands and knees below a window so they wouldn’t see me. I’ve even hidden in the closet. I know. Whacko.