When I think about it, 🤔 one more person that doesn't like me, is one less person I have to think about.

Which means more time for better thoughts.

I watch everything go on without me, it's so humbling. I feel for people who find themselves so important, so exclusive. The longer the delusion lasts, the more of a menace they become.

My humor is dark. I'm kinda effed up. Playfully morbid and lovingly self deprecating.

I talk about lots of things. My feelings. Your feelings. Our morals. We can laugh but I am not going to perform for an audience.

I don't need people to like me. It's nice, but I think 🤔 I'm too old and been through too much to think about people's insecure trivial expectations of me.

I have changed. I like my circle small and tight, like my butt.

Cheers.