I spotted a couch in the living room to our right and it looked like the perfect spot to hang out — no one was in the room, yet it was public enough for an exit plan, if need be.“Let’s hang out here,” I suggested.“No.” He smiled. It’s as if he sensed my fear and knew exactly how to respond.I reluctantly followed him upstairs and shoved my petty, childish fears to the back of my mind — I was drunk, so my fear was more intellectual than physiological anyway. After no response to my desperate pleas, I resorted to whimpering, even crying a little bit.After kissing for a few minutes, he guided me to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the bedrooms.He suggested we go upstairs — I knew what that meant (or at least I .In a few days, I’m going to Cuba on vacation with a guy I’ve been sleeping with for eight years, but whom I've never once called my boyfriend.We live on different continents, but inevitably, a few times a year, we find each other somewhere in the world, have a few days of romance, and then go our separate ways.Things went from innocent and playful to confusing and terrifying, very quickly. I eventually admitted defeat and let my mind take me away.
You’re not Elon Musk- you ain’t Marissa Mayer, you’re not going to get to space, and you won’t build the next Space X. Fuck your open space floor plans- You really think Zucks builds Facebook’s 2017 roadmap while a nerf war is raging outside? Fuck working out of garages and fuck your 2.5 square meters “workspace”. Fuck the transparency trend, the post mortem and the 5 whys. Fuck having a Design sprint in EVERY sprint, pushing to production 100 times a day, using no staging environment and building a micro services architecture.
Music was intended to be the one thing we can rely on to disrupt the norm.
Music was never intended to be programmed, manufactured, or made into a commodity.
Fuck your startup scene with your 30 minute morning routines of reading Tech Crunch, TNW, Wired, Gizmodo, Mashable, The Verge and Product Hunt- all so you don’t feel ‘left out’. Fuck spending money on ping pong tables that no one ever uses, fucking music rooms, nap rooms, meditation rooms, stress-free rooms, and pilates rooms. Fuck your unlimited vacation policy, it’s fucking bullshit.
Fuck your weird fucking conversations, things like “OMG did you see Snapchat’s new feature?