Teens may not be wrong when they see their social troubles as matters of life and death.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but names can hurt just as much.
It’s the pause that doesn’t refresh, the awkward moment that you relive over and over and over after you’ve realized that once again, you’ve put your foot in it.
Had I been given a choice, I would have preferred being born into a species that doesn’t need as much social interaction as humans do. For instance, I like to believe, vainly, that I would have been a decent great white shark. …