ok so the other night i accidentally went on an actually sort of scary walk, the scary was pretty equally divided by walking over a very big bridge and being around and lightly stalked by the new and different wildlife they have across the river from me~
to congratulate myself for doing something so awful (giant bridge walking) and i didn’t realise how far i walked and didn’t really wanna walk back so I thankfully was able to take the glorious bus home. But during waiting for the bus, i had to waste some time, so i went to VooDoo Donuts and… it was a disappoint.
HOWEVER some interesting stuff happened, i loved listening to the youths in front of me in line, my donut giver man was a miserable turd, i had an interaction with a person and it made it perfectly clear to me why you and i never talked to eachother even tho we probably passed paths a thousand times, meant to meet, but we stayed together too long.
We got the same donut (oreo topped, just like you would have chosen) he was tall and gingery and had a long sleeve button up, he was the quietest of the group, we made so much eye contact eye rolling at the same phrases, checking eachother out, blah blah blah.
But between my hobo looks and stifling my laughfter like a wacko and all of your dumb hang-ups(shy, confidence, don’t want your friends to make fun of your dating choices later)(WHICH BTW can we please talk about ComicCon and my non-shoelaces problem???? it was SO Jason(he’scrazy!) of you to do HONESTLY how did i miss it?????>?” (♪becuz! ur love, ur love, ur love, is my drug!!♪)
but i digress – my dog loved sharing my oreo donut with me, i was so glad to get off the bus and get to walk back to my wonderful tiny apartment that i wanted you to love as well but of course you didn’t why would you you lied about everything why would loving my city be any different?>?
but anyway, my disgusting disappointment of an overpriced donut was a great reminder that i don’t like what everyone else wants so why would i want to make a nuclear family with you LOL ((♪i thought this is what i wanted//i’d rather be a starving artist than succeed at GETTING FUCKDT♪)) (♪i am not a whore – but i like to do it♪)
Like ok you cleaned my microwave once and that was like the hottest nicest thing ever but what about everything else? you don’t love my dog, you can’t answer my fucken phone calls (♪i called! 46 times! and you answered on the 47th!!♪) you don’t accept my “family” you don’t care that your laundry and shampoo smell are hideous to me or that your cat hair coated self gives me allergic reactions – what the fuck was i even thinking? (oh that’s right, i wasn’t thinking.)
You made sure to keep me high and caffeinated and confused, and you succeeded.
But you underestimated my ability to run away.
((*we are beginning the dissection at the end of Rumspringa, as i’ve figured out Our Prelude already*))
((no wonder this part has taken me forever to get to, goddamn, it’s gonna be rough))
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