There are a few things that I would like to block about. Generally speaking by blog after smoking a little bit of weed. This is the case today.
I will not be blogging about any of these serious topics that I really want to blog about because I’m afraid. I don’t really have a best friend currently, and that means I don’t have anyone to share things with.
The most significant side effect of this is that everything I think about that I might want to share I have to share blindly hoping that my opinion of it is not the wrong one. I just don’t want people to laugh at me for the wrong reason. I fear the cheerleaders that pulled back the curtain and laugh because you believed one of them might have dated you. It’s a ’90s movie thing but dicks with me. It’s hard to trust people that like me.
I gotten used to that. My therapy helped immensely. I don’t hate myself, but I’m not quite certain I’m the genius I think I am.
That’s a strong word. Essentially what it boils down to is I want to believe that my ideas are valid and worthy and perhaps even good
I have lived almost all of my life inside my brain alone among people. It was hard to adapt to just being alone. I did not do well.
I’ve never done anything alone. To be fair I’ve never done a lot of things and doing some of them has been fun.
I have come to embrace my entire persona.
At this point I burped several times, and lost my train of thought. That alone may be one of the best examples of who I am.
No. I changed my mind that’s not enough. Got to hang out with me to experience the true cool guy that is orange Jeff.
I was in a weed shop that gave me a discount for being a senior over 55. I did not complain
End of part 1.