Dear future hubster

Dear future hubster, do you ever feel like there is an exhausting personality around you; somebody who is dragging you down and needs to be slapped or shaken back to reality, get a life, something? And that you would want them to avoid you until they get back to being their better selves, because you really can't handle their lethargy, only to realize that this temporarily dead weight person is... you? How do we handle ourselves when we are being whiny little chekhovian anti-drama queens?

Dear future hubster, if I had to describe with one word, what's missing from my life right now, that one word would be intimacy. If I was given a few more words though, I could detail it a bit. What intimacy is. It's eating from the same plate. And possibly stealing all the cheese bites. It's me choosing your shirt. It's you telling me to wash my feet before I put them on the fancy cream sofa (seriously, who has a cream colour sofa??) It's you letting me loose in your kitchen. Because, you know, I'm not a guest. It's you tucking me in when I need a nap. Actually, it's me feeling comfortable to take an afternoon nap. It's also not always needing you by my side when I take said nap. It's me letting you play your music in the car when you drive. It's also you trying to fiddle with the radio when I drive, and then stopping it when you see me glare. It's waking up next to you, yes, but not only that. It's waking up ne...

Dear future hubster, another difficulty of a life in a place where summer is pretty much eternal: one (especially if that one happens to be a woman) continuously displays a relatively large surface of bare skin. And one, driven by cultural norms engraved in them, usually feels that said relatively large surface of bare skin should be perfectly hairless. At.all.times.

Dear future hubster, for your information, and future references, the Universe usually knows better. I had to learn the hard way, again. I should have been smart enough to call it a day, quit trying and take a nap right there when I got stuck in the toilet, sometime around 10 in the morning. It was an uphill battle from there. In a pink dress.

Dear future hubster, It's lovely to live in a place where summer is pretty much eternal. However, I wouldn't be me if I couldn't find something to stress about even in a place where summer is pretty much eternal. My fellow females, especially those with mild to serious body image issues will understand what I mean when I say: it's always bikini season.