I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.
How do you get over someone? You do just that. You get over it. You get up in the morning and put on some nice clothes and do your makeup because you might feel like you’re dying but no one else knows that. You sit in class and pretend like you really don’t have time to be upset over anything. You’ll walk home and blast music loud enough to drown out your thoughts while you choke down the tears. You’ll get home and cry. Again. And Again. You’ll feel like everything is crashing down. Eventually you’ll learn to shut off any emotion and just pretend that it doesn’t bother you until it doesn’t anymore