Today, I was feeling all guilty about not putting in an appearance at a b arbecue today. Just getting the food brought in, and not even leaving the apartment until the tail end when I went to do laundry.
Everyone knows I'm just not a crowd person, and yet I always still feel like an anti-social prick when things like this happen.
And then I realized: Maybe I just don't want people to see the me that's usually been occupying my body for the last 6 years. The me that lost a job, lost my one shot at a serious relationship, and blames himself for everything that's gone wrong in his life since.
World, if I wasn't so pissed and tired all the time, maybe you'd see more of me.
Just sayin'
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