It doesn’t matter at all, my man. Perception is subjective, and based on experience. I happen to have had bad experiences, so my perception tends to be negative.
I know for a fact that I’ve been creepy before and probably will be again, but the truth is that I’m just blindly flailing about and trying to grab any bit of acceptance that I can grasp. Sometimes that means hanging out with kids who admire you. Sometimes it means latching on to people who couldn’t give less of a shit about you. Sometimes it means nothing at all, because at the end of the day that’s what we all are - nothing. So who am I to downtalk your buddy?
Anyways, I’m sorry for shitting on your mentor; I was just making semi-humorous observational remarks. Also I don’t have a lot of love in my heart right now. Kinda jealous of suicidal people, and ignorant people, and people with Down syndrome.
And she’d say back, “Don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna debate; don’t wanna hear about what kinda food you hate. You won’t get no dessert 'til you clean off your plate, so eat it.”
It doesn’t matter at all, my man. Perception is subjective, and based on experience. I happen to have had bad experiences, so my perception tends to be negative.
I know for a fact that I’ve been creepy before and probably will be again, but the truth is that I’m just blindly flailing about and trying to grab any bit of acceptance that I can grasp. Sometimes that means hanging out with kids who admire you. Sometimes it means latching on to people who couldn’t give less of a shit about you. Sometimes it means nothing at all, because at the end of the day that’s what we all are - nothing. So who am I to downtalk your buddy?
Anyways, I’m sorry for shitting on your mentor; I was just making semi-humorous observational remarks. Also I don’t have a lot of love in my heart right now. Kinda jealous of suicidal people, and ignorant people, and people with Down syndrome.
i didn’t take any offense, i was just making an old-man-shakes-fist-at-cloud complaint into the void.
your last sentence really hit home. it would probably feel great to give in, shove a pencil in my nose, and proudly don a red hat.
You’d probably like my buddy Jerry
Edit: just to clarify, Jerry does not have Down syndrome.
you sure?
Not entirely, no. Pretty sure he just spent too many years doing tech service and listening to Pink Floyd and Weird Al.
mom always said it would stick that way if i kept listening to pink floyd and weird al…
My mom always said “You just wait until your father gets home.”
and i replied, ‘mother do you think they’ll put me in the firing line?’
And she’d say back, “Don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna debate; don’t wanna hear about what kinda food you hate. You won’t get no dessert 'til you clean off your plate, so eat it.”