My coworker Pan and I are making it a thing to get tacos after work. We sit and talk for hours and then we go home. I’m going to miss her when she heads off to UCLA. I’m gonna make her invite me to frat parties because I never went. She wants to take the metro to Santa Monica one day and I’m pumped by the idea since it’s one of the lines I’ve yet to explore. Making new friends is great, even if the socialization is tiring.
There’s this weird noise outside right now and I have no idea what it is. It’s like a high-pitched squeaking; the kind of sound I’d imagine when aliens come, put you in a vacuum, and try to abduct you. I’m not worried or anything.
I told Pan I’m a brutally honest person and she agreed, laughing. She said, “Yeah, I’ve known you long enough to know you insult people without meaning to.” That made me kind of happy. I don’t think I insult people who don’t deserve it, but I definitely call people on their shit and afterwards I only feel halfway bad because somebody gotta do it. Maybe I’m just romanticizing my bad social skills, but maybe I’m also really cool like that.
Nimra, one of my older, more literary friends, upon telling her how badly I fucked up with sus “music producer” by insinuating how likely it’d be for him to roofie me and Tori (spoiler alert: he did not react well), told me: “Bless you for always saying what you think – decorum be damned.”
The amount of times I’ve shocked people with my straightforwardness is actually amazing. I don’t know why. Are people that afflicted by realness here in LA? Or is it an “in general” type of thing? Like that time I jokingly called a car salesman a swindler and he got red in the face and thanked me for insulting his profession, only for me to drive away and find out that a dealership 10 minutes down the road was selling the exact same car for a price even lower than the one he had us haggling to?
I’ll call it like I see it, forever.
In other news, I updated my resumé, wrote a fuego cover letter for one job, got an interview for said job, heard back from a possible internship position (internships hah yeah), and installed Fade In. I also told my “friend” to fuck off. Life’s popping.
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