I'm anally pessimistic. I focus on everything that can go wrong, from every aspect, what could happen, what a person could do to me, and all of the consequences there of.
On the positive side, I'm either always right or, pleasantly surprised.
It's pretty self destructive though, because I ALWAYS focus on the bad. I almost have no time to see the upside. Granted, I've had a lot of crap on my plate lately, but still, I can't...just...don't worry...be happy.
Oh. I still have to leave places with my left foot exiting last. I don't even know why.
I used to be a control freak about cleanliness in my apartments...I mean, like everything everywhere was organized, from apples in line to not a speck of dust. Anywhere. Since I haven't had a place of my own for, oh, awhile, I really don't ****ing care anymore. Everything just kind of goes. You can't make much of a mess if you don't have much to make a mess with.
Oh, and on the other aspect....
1) I'm constantly constipated
2) The outhole, is not an inhole. Ever. That's why I have that other part down there. Or it was for stashing illegal things
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