It’s not how much something costs that matters, but how often you use it.
Every once in a while, I offer help openly — I ask people how they are, what they’re working on and how I can help.
But the problems of doing so, other than adding to my already overflowing inbox, is the lack of direction and worthwhile requests.
For the past two weeks, I’d bragged non-stop about my culinary abilities without realizing my co-worker, who had stayed humble, was a lot better at cooking than I was.
My hands are shaking; I’m nervous, even though I shouldn’t be.
I’m on the skytrain in Bangkok, on my way home from lunch, and I see a girl wearing the prettiest shoes ever.
I hesitate for at least five minutes, but when I realize my stop is approaching, it’s now or never. I have to ask or I’ll regret it.
I remember the look you gave me.
It was cold, unforgiving, and full of doubt.