I’m starting to worry about myself, more than normal; because normally it’s ..
“Why is the light so bright? Maybe I have meningitis ..”
“Why am I so hungry? Maybe I have tape worm.”
“Why is this eczema so bad? Maybe I have necrotizing faciitis.”
I’m worried because it appears (though I am sweetness and light most of the time,) I am angry at the world. If I was 16, this would make me cool, a rebel, a lone wolf if you will. I’m 24 going on 68, so it makes me bitter and slightly immature.
Things I really struggle with are death, misogyny and well; that’s about it. I can appreciate a smart joke about them, but the jokes are rarely smart so more often than not I fail to have a sense of humor about them. Whatsoever. And as the world is filled with death and misogyny it…
View original post 2,040 more words