i’m not on dead air but i’m listening to jack’s voice. it doesn’t lose a single good element in it even when he stutters.
I’m in this really weird spot in my life where everyone is bailing out on me. Or maybe it’s not weird. Maybe this is the new normal and it’s bye time.
on the t, i’ve been engaging in this hobby. i call it ginger drooling. basically, i take small sip of ginger ale, but i keep my mouth open, and i let it drip down and onto my face and my clothes. i make eye contact with as many people as i can.
i did this on the way back from the hospital.
they like their ginger ale in the hospitals. and gatorade. it’s all disgusting.
i’ll be honest with you. i don’t even know what a mortgage is and i don’t want to know.
i just realized i’ve been a judgmental asshole and i need to stop. i’ve always felt alienated from people i perceive as wildly different than me but i’ve taken it too far and i think i’ve taken it too far in my mind and i’m gonna try to be more open. i’m just telling you this so you hold me to it.
today i listened to somebody talk
without saying anything
it felt good.
can’t quite recall.
i’m surprised by the amount of people who have told me something they weren’t going to tell me after i said to them “I won’t judge you.” who ever knew that would work
theory: i’m uncomfortable around people i don’t know well because i’m uncomfortable with the idea of someone not being able to place me or placing me wrongly, or me not being able to place someone or placing them wrongly. put my finger on them. stick my finger on them.
keeping myself awake laughing at everything i say.
hi world,
i’ll tell you a secret.
i don’t know what i wished for at the trevi fountain.
~Kasia
Tired of Earthly Concerns 