I gave up on being Nice. I started putting more value on other qualities instead: passion, bravery, intelligence, practicality, humor, patience, fairness, sensitivity.
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Scrappy Little Nobody
The New York Times bestselling collection of humorous autobiographical essays by the Academy Award–nominated actress and star of Up in the Air and Pitch Perfect. Even before she made a name for herself on the silver screen sta
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Hey, I’m not incompetent because I got famous, I’m incompetent because I’m a pathetic waste of humanity.
I don’t want to become complacent. Lazy is something I’ve always been, but complacent and entitled I want to avoid.
I think I need to become perfect all at once, so I keep getting overwhelmed and putting it off.
The most reckless thing I do is ignore emails marked urgent. It’s a real rush.
I am very well-liked, and anyone who tells you otherwise is just frightened by the power of their love for me).
I’d been awake for thirty-two hours, but I still ordered a burger and a vodka, ’cause sometimes you can’t call it a day until something good happens.
I don’t put a lot of stock in nice. I’d prefer to be around people who have any of the above qualities over ‘niceness,’ and I’d prefer it if that applied to me, too. I’m also okay if the most accurate description of me is nervous, and a little salty. But at least I know what I want to strive for.
I’m also okay if the most accurate description of me is nervous, and a little salty. But at least I know what I want to strive for.
All you need to be a writer is perseverance, a low-level alcohol dependency, and a questionable moral compass.
I’d moved away from everything I knew and loved at seventeen in spite of how scared I was. I wondered if I would still have it in me to do something I found so daunting. Aren’t you supposed to get more independent as you get older? Shouldn’t I be bolder, more self-sufficient?
I gave up on being Nice. I started putting more value on other qualities instead: passion, bravery, intelligence, practicality, humor, patience, fairness, sensitivity.
By twenty-two, I was back to business as usual love-wise: alternating between being contentedly alone and scaring off anyone I actually liked with my intensity and desperation.
I realized that modern flirting was essentially just being mean, while smiling.
All you need to be a writer is perseverance, a low-level alcohol dependency, and a questionable moral compass.