I’m actually okay with this.
This is what it means to be an adult.
Of course I do, and to be fair (it’s about to get all seriousblog in here for a sec) I think about it a little every time I post anything. It’s because I have a tendency to get overly attached to people, so when someone unfollows me I worry that someone who I consider a friend (an actual friend with no “Internet” qualifiers) is forcibly disconnecting themselves from me and it makes me feel sad and stressed out (not the most attractive quality I admit, but I can’t help it. Not fishing for sympathy, just giving insight into why I do the things I do.)
That being said, I can understand how they can be irritating but I don’t think I bring it up very much and when I do I try to have a sense of humor about it. I always try to not take myself too seriously and to have a laugh about things, good or bad.
Or something like that. I dunno, I’m weird and stupid.
Bummer. Oh well, life goes on.
I don’t trust anybody who can sit through 8 straight hours of stories featuring rape, molestation, murder and Ice-T’s acting.
But I wasn’t really drunk.
Eh, I’ll call it a draw.
Right now preferably.