Granted, I am cynical, I am sarcastic, and evidentially I am a brat, I truly do not get people.
Aside from my obvious personality glitches, I have such a difficult time dealing with people on a day to day basis.
It’s like, ” Oh hey why don’t we Han out?”
Uh. Because I’d rather chew on a cactus.
Or I’m at work and a man comes in and they mistake my professional duty to be polite as an invitation to be a complete idiot filled with douchebaggery.
The hell? Of course I’m going to ask if I can help you.
Have you ever walked into a store and the attending manager said you’re on your own, good fucking luck? No.
Well probably not. I don’t know your life.
Why can’t things be simple?
Why can’t I just be a normal functioning member of society?
I just want to roll around in bed with my boyfriend and wrestle. Literally. Not sexually.
I just want to eat snow cones and go on picnics.
Can I be a hermit?
Or better yet a hobbit?
Can I just live IN tumblr?
Everyone here is at least on the same damn page as me.
When you send someone a novella of your in depth raw feelings.
And don’t get anything in return.