It’s weird to me that the current state of motivational speaking is all about “only you are responsible for your happiness” when genuine social-psychology suggests that humans have a fundamental desire to belong.
This is a story of insecurity and loneliness. It’s also a story of confidence, arrogance, and promiscuity. It’s a story of hurt people hurting people. It’s my story – the story of a broken fuck boy.
We all know a “bro” – you know the stereotype. Juuls, “my dad’s a lawyer” salmon shorts, and you’ve never seen him with his hat on normally. What do you by him as a gift?
The bachelor party is a celebration of finality to single life, but also a send off to the wedding with a complete gut-punch last “hoorah” of the ‘#manshit’ life being sacrificed for a bride.
You’ve got to plan the best night of your best friend’s life (second to his wedding night…obviously) with the greatest bachelor party you can put together.
You think the friend zone sucks, but that girl that you’re in love with and that only likes you as a friend might just be the girl that introduces you to your future wife. Sometimes we have to value people in our lives and hold onto them.