One of my coworkers broke me off a piece of an edible in between shifts. I said I wouldn’t take it at work, but I took it with 30 minutes left and at 9 p.m. a man walked in with an IPA, started his order, excused himself to the bathroom, came back, and proceeded to give the most ridiculous demands ever, being a total dick. If I wasn’t a little high I would’ve been pretty pissed, but I dealt with him all handy dandy and he gave us a pathetic $3 tip, which I know he wouldn’t have bothered doing had I been anything less than totally friendly and ready to take his bullshit. I hope he has the worst time in Hawaii. I hope he dies friendless.
There are some developments in life I won’t write about because, for once, the details of my life are private. But I’m starting to think I’ll be single for life. It doesn’t seem it’s because I’m incapable of finding someone because I see the steps you take and those steps seem pretty clear, or maybe they’re not, but whether they are or aren’t don’t matter because what’s the matter is I really just don’t care. I see no perks of not being by yourself. Do we need someone to be there for us when things get bad? Or is it just “love”? Some feeling of wanting to get to know someone because… it’s exciting? And at what point do you “fall in love”? Do they do something like, save your puppy from getting run over? Or make you coffee? Or scratch your back at night?
I guess that’s something I should try to find out.
For science.
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Having someone in your life should NEVER be about “needing” someone else to feel complete or whole. It shouldn’t be out of fear of being alone for then we “settle.”
Only when you’re truly comfortable being alone can you appreciate the companionship of another person. You realize that you’re making a conscious volitious choice not from fear, insecurity, or need, but from a calm and peaceful mind.