to move up and down
Some of the greatest times of my life.
I miss Vana’diel.
It’s going to be hard for me to joke about having alcoholism, after today.
I can’t stand most of the males in my family. Belligerent, confrontational alcoholics.
That’s something I can’t ever become. I couldn’t imagine being that kind of shitty person. This probably explains why I get defensive when someone jokingly calls me an alcoholic.
I think, when I get back, I’ll go to an AA meeting. Not because of me, though…
I really don’t get the whole, “Oh god I’m so socially awkward I’m gonna reblog shit about never going outside.” thing.
Is it hip and cool to act like you have social anxiety now? People are saying things like, that they’re afraid of doing regular daily activities because they’ll do something stupid. Go fucking talk to a random guy on the bus or something, have an interesting conversation. If you’re afraid that you don’t have much to say after you start a conversation, then learn to listen to the other person. Even that might not work out, but having those awkward silences is something that’s unavoidable in life, even to a social goddamn genius.
Half the time, the people that reblog this shit aren’t even nearly as reclusive as they let on to be. It’s like they’re just jumping on a bandwagon of, “OH GOD I’M SO SHY AND AWKWARD.” and then the moment they step outside, they’re extroverted as hell, running around and yelling with their friends.
Here’s something for you guys to reblog that’s trendy and current.
Sunday.
Go and listen to the entire soundtrack. You’ll thank me later.
My girlfriend makes me cookies.
Wearing just an apron.
Fucking score.
Relax.
Artsyfuck.
I sometimes express my frustrations by making pretentious, trendy, artsy photos.
I guess.
