People. There is a reason that we celebrate good things in our history, like birthdays or anniversaries. As opposed to drudging up awful days from our past. Sure, the day I made out with my best friend’s boyfriend, the day I broke my grandmother’s antique vase, the day I cheated on a test in undergrad : these are a part of my history. But probably not days I need to commemorate at regular intervals. Know what I’m saying?
I’M TALKING TO YOU, VIRGINIA.
