Another day, another morning. Another moment in time where I realise I do NOT want to leave the comfort of my bed. Then I realize I have that person’s blanket on my bed. I don’t know why but having ti there makes me feel very childish. So I violently push it off and go get the blanket that the other person found for me.
I won’t get rid of That Person’s blanket, might just hide it in my closet for a while. Because I want to slam a brick in That Person’s face. I really shouldn’t. Thought I would be better. But I guess I’m still attached to human emotions on a deeper level than I thought. Oh well. I’ll survive somehow…
For now I’m going to be using The Other Person’s blanket, for a while. It makes me feel better. Everyone else seems to be taking this better than me. Guess I really am just a hopeless kid at heart.
That’s probably the exact thing that I’m hiding from. Cause I can’t remember exactly when I started hiding. I just know I was young and I haven’t been able to stop since. Yay me. Ugh.
Now I’m socially awkward when my extrovert side is raging to be let free. Also I look even more socially enept when my introverted side decides it doesn’t want to deal with the stupidity of people and really doesn’t feel like small talk and pointless social observations. So I curl up in a corner and stick my face in either my phone or computer screen. Or a nice college lined notebook with a pen that hleps me write smoothely.
I also, most likely, will have some sort of noise going on in the background. Wether it’s my music or just the sound off rain. I think I’m a pluvophile. I nearly had a freak attack when I first found the rain app on my computer. Then it was one of the first things I downloaded when I got my first smart phone. Which, believe it or not, I’ve only had my smart phone since January of this year. o_O
What the what??? Am I really that technologically enept as well?? Yes. Because I like to procrastinate. So, if I can’t immediately connect the need for an item, I just don’t get it. Unless it’s a book. But that comparison doesn’t mean anything. I always feel an immediate need for a book. The only time I don’t get a book is when commonsense bites me and tells me I need to be able to still drive to work, so I can get more money, so I can get more books, and random note books.
Quick, someone tell me the word for a person addicted to paper??? if my friends wouldn’t yell at me I would buy like five notebooks or journals every time I went in a store that had those items. No freaking joke. I WOULD and WILL. I adore paper. Pens as well. That’s why I don’t really like ebooks. Will I read online??? Yes, that would be waste of a good story! Why would I blaspheme myself as a writer and book lover by denying a story to be read???
Oh gooblygarble…. I need to stop writing. I think this will be the longest post I have yet written on tumblr. I gotta remember not to drown you people out. I know! I will end this post with a bunch of random questions. Why not? I don’t even remember what I was previously ranting about. I do that a lot. I drive myself crazier, sometimes. When I do that, that is. Haha.
What anime do you like?
What books do you like?
What manga do you like?
Does anybody have a recipe for authentic ramen, non instant???
Kirk or Picard?
What Scifi shows do you like?
What’s your favorite genre of music?
Who out there knows that a banana is actually a berry!?!?
Who shot FIRST?
Why do I think that my insanity is anymore special than any of the other nut jobs on this site(or in the world)? Also, have you ever wished something inanimate would start bleeding when you stab it, so you don’t have to deal with hiding a body and all that stupid shit people you kill leave you with. I mean, come on. Didn't you do enough work? You killed them, right? They could at least go temp zombie and clean up the mess for you. Geez man.
This, sentient creatures, this is why I am a Chatterbox!
Wootwoot, see yah around!
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