You’re Not Alone

Ahem! *Clears throat. So, where were we? [*awkward silence + the sound of crickets.] Oh, yeah! Um, right. Okay, I got this!

Time for some retrospection

Welcome to chapter ten and the year twenty seventeen, squadron! We’ve come a long way, haven’t we? At this time of the year, we can look back and gauge our personal and professional progress, or it’s digressing if you swing that way.

Not judging.

To all the new recruits: Read why I started the SQUAD or read previous chapters here. (Password: topgun)

Back?

Were goals met? Resolutions achieved? You finally asked that girl you’ve been eyeing from third grade out on a date? It turns out she only went out with you because she’s a Scientologist trying to meet her monthly recruitment quota.

There there.

Or the time you lost a bet to a bunch of gay bikers at a sketchy bar, outside of town, and had a dyke perform a Brazillian while you laid passed out on the bar, pants hanging down to your ankles. That night you were made aware of deep-seated issues inhibiting your ability to have relationships with people that are not Siri.

Ripping the band-aid off analogy would’ve sufficed? Meh!