Take a look at these two friends that giggled and ran from a lofty office building atrium through the rain into Starbucks. Dejected from trying to coax friends out to meet up, and eventually realize their fate and fall in line to eventually order a Double Chocolaty Chip Crème Frappuccino®. I notice the girl on the left, snigger to myself thinking that the majority of the drinks menu at Starbucks isn’t for geared for people with insulin pumps. Pulling back and trying not to be judgemental, I want to think that this sensible girl orders a nice tea or perhaps has been waiting all week for a decadent buttery cookie. The girls eventually sit down to share the giant sugary drink.
How does this friendship work? I realize people with Type-I diabetes can have sugar, but to have a friend that is oblivious to your health needs has got to be toxic. I’m sure it is important for a tween to feel a sense of belonging but at the price of not being mindful?
It’s magical that Italians can pull off backpacks. However that’s not just the quirks of Milan.
Take for instance this couple. They got really frisky on the street; she grabbed his bicep then he grabbed the sides of her tummy – then he pretended to smack her on the cheek. The PDA here is not just for the young here, and it’s inspiring.
Was it awkward? Yes, but he winded up for it and she recoiled as it it were a mega slap, but I’m sure she’s good at pretending she’s into that sort of thing. Perhaps it was her way of expressing, ‘yeah let’s carry out your weird kinks without REALLY carrying them out.’, but it could have been the drinking that carried on beforehand. We are outside of one of the only craft brewery in the city.