September 22nd, 1994 - FRIENDS pilot airs
“Welcome to the real world. It sucks. You’re gonna love it.”
How open are my followers to me posting personal stuffs?
I mean, I have no clue what you loons follow me for anyway, but. How much is too much that you don’t want on your dash?
I have some clever friends
I was talking to Coffeethulhu, and I said that I thought I would make a great Captain Mal in a gender-swapped Firefly. So he said we should do an entire production of a gender-swapped Firefly, and call it “Ladybug”.
He’s a genius, I tell you. A genius.
LADYBUG.
I don’t understand,
why opening up to people always has to end in misunderstanding or silence and me down.
I’m a naturally private person. I don’t think my age or my race or my sexual orientation, or my relationship status or my vagina or my bedroom or my thoughts or what the fuck ever should be made public just because other people make it public. I will share what I think is relavent.
And. And I don’t mean to be mysterious in that way. It’s just … I don’t understand. I’m a listener. I dedicate roughly 4-5 nights a week on average to just listening to other people. It’s not my job to rant and spout off things. I don’t get told that people want to hear me talk. I don’t get told it’s okay to - to just … babble away about my day.
I’m the calm, cool and collected one. I’m dedicated and OCD and intelligent. Always on top of things. And people are always shocked when I break down hysterically, type-screaming - GLADYOUKNOWWHOIAM.COULDYOUFUCKINGTELLME?
I have issues, and yeah, I should reach out more.
But newsflash? Everyone of you that thinks I should, could stand to ask me to say something once in a while. Just ask. Why is asking so hard?
tl;dr: Never mind.
