Faith can lounge about and be faithful, but Joy has its own one-person show. Joy needs to be smiley and chirpy, right? There should be singing, with small birds circling about. I just have too much snark in me to carry it off.įaith can lounge about and be faithful, but Joy has its own one-person show.īut that name Joy comes with extra packaging.
I mean, what if you end up naming your kid Hope, and she’s as hopeless as they get? My parents were going to name me Holly because of my December birthday, but s omehow I think they just knew. Shiny names like Faith or Charity are such a risk. biology lab, rumpled and sleepy, Joy would grin, saying things like, “Wow, it’s suuuper early, isn’t it?” It was strange to be up close and personal with someone who seemed to regard her place on the planet as comfortable and warm. And yet Joy moved through the world with affable grace, completely unaware of her appearance. She was beautiful, with dark waves of hair and perfect skin she basically belonged in a Jane Austen novel. My new roommate was a last-minute substitute, a friend of a friend, and I met her with suspicion from the start.
My senior year of college, my best friend, Bethany, abandoned me by applying for an internship in Russia instead of living with me in our tiny apartment.
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