Ad te clamamus, exsules filii Hevae

Please be human with me

It has been months, but "It amazes me how funny you are in your 4th language, I'd not be able to come up with a joke in my 2nd" has been hung on the door of my mental refrigerator ever since them

I was walking around the house and started looking for my flip flops, since I sometimes randomly leave then behind, and it took me way too many seconds to realize I left my room barefoot to begin with.

I have a very broad plan of where I think I'm going with my life, but other than that I don't have any idea of what I'm doing

I haven't came with a funny post in ages. Am I loosing my touch?

Another weird situation I keep getting myself into is when people won't trust me I'm being serious until I cry. I don't really understand the point if I already said I'm upset or scared or need help, why treat it as a joke and keep pushing the verbal banter until I cry just to break it into "oh I'm so so so sorry, I had no idea at all this was so important to you". And it's also the people who doesn't seem to have any business into attempting to Pavlov me into some sort of emotion manipulator

"How is that friend going 😀 why don't you go text that one girl 😀 why don't you ask them to hang out 😀 but are you sure you're putting the effort 😀 are you making enough questions 😀"

How do I explain to my mom who's overconfident in my rizz that guys my age find me scary, no glue, no borax

Life when you're comfortable at being bad at something and you have no problem in copying the steps of people who are good at it (you get to learn)