it's hard though, being as socially awkward as i am, showing up places, getting drunk, putting my foot in my mouth. i hear the question 'who are you here with' all the time, even in my dreams, and my answer is always the same, it's just me.
last night as i was settling into a large sandwich with a side of poutine at 2:30am, in a booth, by myself, an old friend slid in across from me and asked why i looked so depressed. i hate that question. just because i don't wear a smile on my face all the time doesn't mean i'm depressed. far from it actually. oh i'm sorry, just because i'm sitting alone with a huge poutine and a sandwich with no veggies that makes me some sort of depressed loser in your eyes?
i do things alone all the time, i like doing things alone. i eat alone, i sleep alone, i ride alone, i cum alone, i dance alone, i sing alone, i laugh alone, i cry alone, i shop alone, i even go to the movies alone. if i want to do something, i do it, i don't need someone there to hold my hand. don't get me wrong, it would be nice to have someone to hold hands with. very nice, but until i meet that someone who wants to do those types of things with me, share, and laugh and love, who wants me for me... until then, i'm completely fine going it alone.
but honestly, the people in my life are amazing. they inspire me beyond words, and i would be nothing if i was forever alone.
”just because we don’t get to spend every waking moment together like some kinda BFF’s doesn’t mean i dont treasure the moments we get. you guys all rule. and if we had the time we could construct something monstrous. seriously though… monstrous. its kind of scary all the energy you all have…” jay ofdeath
soybomb is a magical place, full of inspiration
and boozy good times
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