Hello, Polly, I'll Clean My Room. In Exchange For Your Immortal Soul.
I sometimes find it tough to read Hyperbole and a Half because so much of it resembles my actual life in very uncomfortable ways.
Everyone has already linked to The Four Levels of Social Entrapment all over the place (for the record, #1 and #2 are my entire awkward social life in a nutshell), so I thought I'd post one that is the most painfully accurate depiction of me I've ever found on that site: Expectations vs Reality.
If you ever wanted to know what I was really like as a person inside my own head, that's the strip to show it to you. The only thing I don't do is try to jump fences, but the horror movies and the dancing and the car-singing to start a bonding moment, thinking that it'd be so cool but ends up being horribly awkward and tense? Yeah, that's me.
It was a LOT worse when I was a teenager and in my early '20s, not so much anymore, and fuck, am I ever glad to be in my '30s, man. Being young sucked; I'll take being older and less fucked in the head any day.
I had Indian eggs (eggs whisked with spinach, chopped green chilies, onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes, and scrambled in a pan) for breakfast this morning and my own blend of Colombian dark roast coffee and hazelnut cream coffee. I am full of deliciousness! It's been a good morning so far.
Everyone has already linked to The Four Levels of Social Entrapment all over the place (for the record, #1 and #2 are my entire awkward social life in a nutshell), so I thought I'd post one that is the most painfully accurate depiction of me I've ever found on that site: Expectations vs Reality.
If you ever wanted to know what I was really like as a person inside my own head, that's the strip to show it to you. The only thing I don't do is try to jump fences, but the horror movies and the dancing and the car-singing to start a bonding moment, thinking that it'd be so cool but ends up being horribly awkward and tense? Yeah, that's me.
It was a LOT worse when I was a teenager and in my early '20s, not so much anymore, and fuck, am I ever glad to be in my '30s, man. Being young sucked; I'll take being older and less fucked in the head any day.
I had Indian eggs (eggs whisked with spinach, chopped green chilies, onions, mushrooms, and tomatoes, and scrambled in a pan) for breakfast this morning and my own blend of Colombian dark roast coffee and hazelnut cream coffee. I am full of deliciousness! It's been a good morning so far.