One thing that I absolutely hate despise loathe loathe loathe about myself is that I'm still an incredibly anxious bastard that the mere tought of trying to make friends with someone new just makes my stomach turns violently. I know i need to reach out to people, i know that if things don't go smoothly is not the end of the world, i still cannot do it

Last night i had a dream that there was a "gay episode" of sesame street and the details of what this entails are hazy except for one very specific shot where there was a pig muppet talking to Ernie and Bert and the pig for some reason had nice biceps and theres was a shot where the pig was doing some normal gesticulation but Bert was looking at his biceps like this