but then I think about things I have dealt with in my life, all the shit that the universe offered me and I wonder how I can easily deal with things that are heavy compared to things that are everyday that get too much. I guess when things are tough you are forced to handle them and try to cope because you really have no choice. But when things that are trivial, you don’t always need to be strong because there is a way out. I find social interaction of any kind tough. Really tough. Facebook, tumblr, real life situations, texting, calling…it’s all bad. I hate ordering things…food especially. I hate talking to people which then causes me to talk way too much. Somehow I’ve managed to make friends in my life and some good ones at that. I don’t know how I’ve done it but maybe they find my awkward sensibility and confusing nature somewhat endearing and charismatic? I don’t bloody well know.
All I know is that I reveal too much but not much real shit. I’m shallow and hopeless.
