Let’s talk sadness.
I know – I talk about sadness a LOT. It’s enough already. As such I’m not going to lament my currenttale of woe, although I will say that it may have involved running out of peach Fresca at my parent’s house yesterday which is total bullshit. I’m kidding. My problems are much worse than that. Like Africa bad.
Yes, I’m talking about you.
We all had a sad day today. At least the few people I talked to. And since four people is a relational sample to the rest of the earth’s population, this is apt. We were sad.
Let us collectively stick out our lower lip and make a solid frowny-face. That is actually fun so don’t do it too much as it takes the darkness out of depression. Stay in the shadows for a little big longer, please. I need you at your worst so I don’t feel alone.
The longer, more accurate title would be “If I Don’t Excercise, I Turn Into a Raging Asshole Nobody Appreciates.â€
I am cursed. Cursed I tell ye!
Well, not really. But I do have this weird body thing. I’m wired up to always have extreme energy. I tap my foot constantly, talk fast, and generally act like a spaz. Call it ADD or whatever. The bummer is that I can’t take traditional meds for this because my body is also wired for addiction. Taking amphetamines isn’t a good idea. Same reason why I can’t drink, use drugs, or do caffeine. I kind of love it too much.
Since we’re not a military family, Memorial Day is time we spend with each other. My sister, boyfriend, and parents are up here, along with my girlfriend.
Even though have a loving and supportive family, I need to vigorously exercise to feel comfortable around them. Basically it’s the equivalent of taking a few belts of Schnapps before Thanksgiving dinner. A mellower. Since I don’t drink, exercise is the only option. Valium works too, but I’m one of those sober people, so I can’t do that. Damn my addictive genetics!
When I got my place nearly seven years ago, I opted for the top floor in our building. The floor plans are essentially the same in each unit, but the fourth floor (the top) has the highest ceilings. I think they’re 13′ feet or something. Whatever – I thought it was cool.
Today, on my way to work, someone posted this…
First of all, the George Zimmerman reference – how topical! I applaud his ability to liken me to someone who shot and killed a teenager based most likely on prejudice. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it – if I did hit the cat, that would probably kill her. Okay, critic, you win this round!
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
