Caution: Anxiety attack waiting to happen.
So I just watched "knocked up" with Gracie.
good movie.
And like me, I paid attention to the movie.
I really suck at this.
and I really suck at not worrying about it.
The whole ride home all I was thinking about was what I should have done instead.
Or maybe I wont, and I wont really push things, ill just chill. its what stoners do, right.
when in rome.
but I cant. I cant just sit there, and be still, and be content.
I always get filled up with this damn anxiety, I worry about looking like a total jackass.
It consumes me to the point of clamming up and not knowing what to say.
I must have looked like the biggest stoner retard space-cadet ever.
I fucking hate it.
Next time I'll have to drink. Loosen up.
Self-concious stoner.
This is awful.
WHY AM I EVEN PINING ABOUT THIS.
Christ! this is childish. I'm a 21year old guy trapped in the mind of corey mattews.
Or some other fucking created nice-guy character who always second guesses himself but gets the girl.
Because in reality, the nice-guy who second guesses himself is the writer of the show.
He lives out his fanticies of how he should be, or how life should be, through his show.
Its so strange...
Maybe i was destined to be a writer.
god thats a depressing thought.
I do like to write do, dont do it often enough. Lacking inspiration.
and time.
I really dont want to fuck this up.
I mean I really dont.
These things (for me) just seem to be too few and far between.
How often do you meet someone who listens to blues music? who notices your grateful dead hat as a point of conversation.
not too often. for me anyway.
but fuck it. shes cool, we had fun, and id love to do it again.
now only if I can get my head out of my ass.........
-K
good movie.
And like me, I paid attention to the movie.
I really suck at this.
and I really suck at not worrying about it.
The whole ride home all I was thinking about was what I should have done instead.
Or maybe I wont, and I wont really push things, ill just chill. its what stoners do, right.
when in rome.
but I cant. I cant just sit there, and be still, and be content.
I always get filled up with this damn anxiety, I worry about looking like a total jackass.
It consumes me to the point of clamming up and not knowing what to say.
I must have looked like the biggest stoner retard space-cadet ever.
I fucking hate it.
Next time I'll have to drink. Loosen up.
Self-concious stoner.
This is awful.
WHY AM I EVEN PINING ABOUT THIS.
Christ! this is childish. I'm a 21year old guy trapped in the mind of corey mattews.
Or some other fucking created nice-guy character who always second guesses himself but gets the girl.
Because in reality, the nice-guy who second guesses himself is the writer of the show.
He lives out his fanticies of how he should be, or how life should be, through his show.
Its so strange...
Maybe i was destined to be a writer.
god thats a depressing thought.
I do like to write do, dont do it often enough. Lacking inspiration.
and time.
I really dont want to fuck this up.
I mean I really dont.
These things (for me) just seem to be too few and far between.
How often do you meet someone who listens to blues music? who notices your grateful dead hat as a point of conversation.
not too often. for me anyway.
but fuck it. shes cool, we had fun, and id love to do it again.
now only if I can get my head out of my ass.........
-K