“God Hates Me, or How to Keep Your Crush from Knowing the Truth about You,” by Michelle Motoyoshi
May 17th, 2017 | By DefenestrationGod hates me. And now I have proof.
See, there’s this guy. Cute. Awkward. I’m hoping smart. He’s caught my attention. But, because God must hate me, the list of reasons why we’d never work is depressingly long, so I hold no hope that anything beyond requisite pleasantries will ever transpire between us. And yet this guy short-circuits my brain like no one else has. When I get within 10 feet of him, my usually coherent mind vacates the premises and leaves a bumbling, babbling half-wit in its place, believing, I guess, that I won’t notice.