I want to write. I feel like I have so much stuff to say but that I never am able to put it into words on this thing. I am so much better when I can just talk to people. Is there not a job where I can just sit around and people come into my place and talk to me. That's all I've ever done. I was an RA for 4 years. My job was literally sitting at a desk where people walk up to me and bitch and they pet my cat (as in Arda, not pussy you perverts) and then they feel better and they leave and I got paid for that. I guess there is always psychology. I like listening to people bitch. I like knowing everyone's problems and keeping them all to myself. I like it. I like hearing it. It's like I feed off it. It's a situation where I don't have to talk a whole lot. Which I like, but also I know that I would have to give feedback...but fun fact...I'm really good at feedback. Sigh...the fact of the matter is that there are no right answers. There is no perfect way to go through life. And I am almost completely positive that I will probably make the wrong choice every single time but I can hope that it all ends up to be a collective right decision.
Whatever....what is all of this? What? What am I waiting for? I'm too picky for my own good.....It's cool, it's over, no more complaining this post.
Depressed,
Mav
PS: I'm sick and pmsing and all out of weed. It's not an excuse...
PPS: It's an excuse.
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