I’ve been in a rather bitey mood recently. ‘Bitey mood’ is a term I coined to refer to the birds at my workplace, when they get angsty and violent. That’s when they start to bite, and that’s where the term came from.
Of course, I don’t actually bite the people around me (I’d be sent to a mental hospital if I actually did), but I do lash out in different ways, mostly verbally. I tend to be tactless, sarcastic, rude, extremely vulgar and generally a pain in the ass.
I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. Maybe it’s me trying to act on my pent-up emotions about life and my failures thus far but I’m sure this is not the person I set myself out to be.
To all people that I may have offended with my ‘bitey mood’, I am truly sorry for my antics and crap. I might have meant it, I might have not, but I’m not gonna make an excuse for being a jerkwad. I shall try to be less of an ass in the future, keyword being try. No guarantees.
But hey, that’s what you get when you hang with me. Pure, unadulterated, Grade A bullshit from everyone’s favorite cautionary tale. CheersEDIT : okay the last paragraph was me being bitey AGAIN. No matter, it is but a phase, and I am rather confident that I’ll get over it. Best of days ahead to all that are reading this, wherever and whenever you are (Inspector Spacetime reference ftw)
I’ve been having a bit of a identity crisis (?) recently. I look back at who I was ten years ago, five years ago, three years ago, one year ago, and every single time, I feel like I’m relieving the memories of a doppelgänger.
While this isn’t entirely unexpected, I must admit a bit of shock at the drastic changes in character and personality in me. I’ve been merging the blacks with the whites so much, that almost every single aspect of my being is gray.
I do admit at withholding certain aspects of my character in front of different people, for example, I’m never gonna be as crazy as I am with Threesome On A Tripod with my friends from school, and I’m definitely won’t be as brooding as I am by myself with my work mates, but at some point, a balance has to be stuck, a middle ground where I can really be myself.
Right now, I don’t even know which aspect of me is my true self. Maybe it’s somewhere in between, maybe it’s something else entirely. I feel lost.
and the glance across the room;
it’s the tiny smirk.
Well let me tell you, it was quite the pragmatic purchase. It has endless uses in my morning routine.
Such as making the bed:
Getting things off high shelves:
Reaching the remote when it’s too far away:
And assisting me when I ran out of toilet paper:
I don’t know how I survived life without it.
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