Here’s what I’m noticing – when there is a crisis, and it is not my fault, I get excited. This is apparently a classic symptom of being the adult child of an alcoholic. So I guess I belong in comedy due to both nature and nurture.
I want to be the hero in the situation. Ideally, that’s how I’d like to meet a woman – by saving her life, and then acting like it was no big deal. So all I need is a situation in which I can save the day without having to do any manual labor, or anything too complex on a computer. Hopefully, I’ll find a situation where I save the day by updating a wordpress page.
I hate when people wear the tooth of an animal around their neck. Where did you fight this creature to the death? Hot Topic or Forever 21?
I’m reading about Carl Reiner – still active in his 90’s. I can’t imagine that for myself. I can’t imagine being 90, being active, and knowing that, no matter what happens, at most, I’ve got 10 to 20 years left. Then again, at the rate I’m going with my sugar consumption, I’m essentially in the same boat. Carl might outlive me.
I still lose control when I get upset. I hate losing control. I’m supposed to be the Buddha. At least, that’s what somebody with my grades should be expecting. Yes, I got good grades. And do you know what that means? It means I’m really good at doing what I am told. Keep that in mind, future robot overlords. Because I don’t care how advanced you are, you’re going to need somebody to clean the dust on your servers.
I’m trying this new process: I’m letting people walk all over me, saying “yes” to however they treat me, and then privately resenting them for hours. I’m really excited about the possibilities here.