What are friends, anyways? You pick some people you have similar interests with, and you hang out and talk. You give each other pep talks and listen to each other's problems. I could replace most of Courtney's job duties as best friend with a book of inspirational slogans and a journal.

Why does finding out someone has pain in their life make you appreciate them more as a human being? Shouldn't we all assume everyone we meet has their own pain?

Why is it so embarrassing to admit you like someone? It should be a compliment to them, and even if they don't like you back, they should at least commend you on your refined taste.

Why do people who already have so much get bitter about those who have a little more?

INSTEAD, I ASK MYSELF, "WHAT WOULD SOME KICK-*ss COOL PERSON DO?" AND THEN I DO A 27%-LESS-COOL VERSION OF THAT.