Over a week and I've already got my slack-bitch pants on. But whatever, I got really drunk last weekend and suffered a week long hangover... Seriously, shit got real. Those things CAN actually happen. It was legit horse shit.
The main thing I noticed from this week was my inept ability to tackle other people's grief..
Now I don't wanna put tickets on myself or anything but I'm a goddam AMAZING friend! If you need something, I've got your back; if you wanna do something, I'm there; if you go crazy, I'll join the fun. I dont even currr!
But fo real, if you are upset I should be the last person on your go-to-for-comfort list. And its not that I don't have a heart or that I don't care. You know what it is!? Do you want to know WHY it is!?? ... It's Because its dam awkward okay!!
I don't know what to say! I don't know if I should pat you on the back, and if I do should I revert to circular rubbing motions? Do I take the "I'm so sorry" approach or do I take the "fuq bitches, get money" approach? I JUST DON'T KNOW! I hate it. And when people cry, do you ask if they are okay?? Because obviously they aren't, but you can't very well just sit there in silence.
The whole upset friend thing is torture!! Like, don't get me wrong, I want bitches to tell me their problems, but don't get upset if shit gets awkward.
So for all those sad people out there, I'm sorry that there might come a time where I'm doing some weird rub-pat thing on your shoulder while you cry and I ask you if you are sad...
This is my life. You're welcome.
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