Today on Social Anxiety Theatre: mentally rehearsing elaborate justifications for completely innocuous actions just in case some hypothetical interlocutor demands an explanation.
i frigging. LOVE my hair being touched sooo SO much and it never happens but oh ym god if you massage my head and play with my hair i will literally start purring like a cat
"Maybe you’re not [heterosexual/homosexual/some kind of allosexual], maybe you’re just [insert love interests name]-sexual"
NO, NO THERE IS AN ACTUAL LEGITIMATE NAME FOR THAT
THERE IS A NAME FOR ONLY BE SEXUALLY ATTRACTED TO THOSE YOU HAVE A DEEP EMOTIONAL BOND WITH
I didn’t know they still existed.
Person: I’ll be there around 8pm
Me: Sweet *waits until 9pm*
Me: Dude, where are you? You said you’d be here an hour ago.
Me: *waits until 10pm* Seriously dude, where are you?
Person: Oh I decided not to come. Too tired.
Me: HOW HARD IS IT TO SEND ONE FREAKING TEXT
I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that."
It’s full of things I just don’t want to remember.