Living Inside A World Of Mayhem

*displays textbook symptomatic behavior of my own disorder that I am well educated on* what’s my deal why am I like this

"You’re so polite" thanks i was raised in constant fear of upsetting people.

the role of the person in the passenger seat is not only navigator but secretary as well. you have to type up the drivers messages to random ladies on facebook about cbd cream & google whether that billy joel song was the theme song for that show or not

you also have to provide a henchmans disdainful scowl at whoever the driver is flipping off in the target parking lot

my first official job was working in a Blockbuster Video and i can confirm that this is just What It Was Like to work in a video store in the 90s.

Unrestrained summer fun

math people scare me. math people will be like "math works in mysterious ways TO YOU. i get it though." and they do and it's fucking terrifying.

and if you ask them to elaborate they will but then you'll wish they didn't

listen if you think someone is cool and you dig their energy you just have to tell them, because that’s the kind of stuff you remember a thousand times longer than somebody complimenting your hair or whatever. tonight I told a girl from my theory class that I like her analytical approach and she bounced back at me saying she digs my feminine energy and how she gets the vibe that, to my core, I exist to uplift women and I damn near cried. tell people what resonates about them. be real. help each other feel seen.