Another way of putting it is that I don't know what's going on between us at least part of the time...
About shaving, and hair, and nail, all of which people ask me about, including random strangers (mostly the nails). I'm lazy, see? At this length, my hair, and nails don't grow anymore. Trim them (a labourious task), and in a few weeks they have grown back out to about this length. The crap growing on my face is simillar, except it never grows in as well as my hair or nails, and is much harder to get rid of, and stays gone a short time indeed (at most a few days). Why should I attempt this sisyphian task, which I am no good at anyway, and which I cannot complete? To make other people happy? Bah, I do too much of that already.
Insert metabolic disorder symptomology here. I woke up, watched a movie, and laid back down this (Sat) morning .. and woke up again around 17:30. I went to work, ostensibily to deliver food, and ended up bussing tables for a few hours (which I haven't done before, and don't plan on taking up as a career). I am quite sure I would much rather bleed to death than work at that restaurant, although doing so would earn money much faster than I am now, getting me closer to goals.. (bleeding out not being high on that list)
More than one person seems with speech and gesture to be encouraging me to open up to them emotionally. Their motives for this are varied and unknown to me, which incites suspicion. More importantly I am very afraid that if I were to even attempt such a thing, that it would go badly for both of us... In particular I fear that little would remain of me, if anything. But the idea of collapsing in someone's embrace and crying until I can't anymore has it's attractions. Unfortunately, I lack a valid target.
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