I genuinely thought getting flirted with was going to be a common thing throughout my life, nope, dead ended straight in highschool except for a few odd ones very sparingly between
Yeah tv lied to me.
I thought I needed to have a bar where all my friends hung out, like in Cheers/Simpsons. Wrong.
I thought I needed a group of friends and we’d all take turns hooking up like Friends/Seinfeld. Wrong.
I thought having a wacky family would be great like Malcolm in the Middle/Family Matters… Okay this kinda worked out.
Who read their old yearbooks while they’re on the toilet? You’re supposed to read them once every few years when you find them while cleaning out storage to move to a new place, bringing all activity to a halt for an hour or two while you drown in nostalgia. You know, like normal people.
Also, what’s a yearbook? Is that a US thing only?
I’ve hosted exchange students from Asia and Europe, and it seems to be kinda hit and miss with no real rhyme or reason. Sometimes they’re like “oh, yeah, the yearbook, obviously,” and other times it’s like “the what now? But… Why?” Cultural differences are kind of unpredictable, I find. Like, the stuff you think will surprise them doesn’t, but then you offer to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for them and they’re like “WAIT, THAT’S REAL?!”