Lunch tastes better if you're not wearing pants

Step one: Walk out of your personal prison.
Step two: Go home and pour yourself a drink
Step three: Make yourself a penut butter sandwhich.
Step four: Stand on your chair and look down on the city you cannot wait to leave behind.
Step five: Realize how beautiful it is.

Even the city you can't wait to leave behind can take your breath away.
The anonymity of height can free you to spy on anyone.
Lunch tastes better in your underwear.
If you think up something random and absurd (like eating lunch in your underwear) and you can't find a logical answer to the question "why not?" you should do it.


Of all things I am thankful for, burning out on corporate life before age 21 is actually very high on the list. Am I the only one who realizes how free this has made me? I know the rat race isn't worth it... and I hope I never get caught here again.


Also high on the list... not falling in love until now.
Because there are so many experiences I would have missed out on otherwise.

I've questioned my sexuality, and I still don't have an answer. I don't care. Falling in love is the only answer I ever needed anyhow. And if you don't think your sex life could be improved by knowing what it's like on both sides, you're wrong. So wrong.

I've lived in a state where I knew no one. Do you know how free that can make you for a short period of time? Spend a month having all strangers perceive your gender incorrectly, and you'll learn a lot about perspective.

You can't seperate who you are from where you've been. Gender identity is silly. I love it when I can hang out with a group of guys and I'm treated as one of them. For a long time I thought this meant that I inherently couldn't fit in with other girls. But if you play for both teams you'll always win. I have a free pass into that group, how silly would it be not to take it?

But on the subject of gender...
WOMEN OF THE WORLD:
I'm one of you. I'm attracted to some of you. I don't hate you.
BUT HOLY SHIT HOW HARD IS IT TO NOT PEE ON A FUCKING SEAT?
I know, most of you are germ-o-phobes. I know, it's hard to not pee on the seat when you're doing the flying nun.
But for fucks sake, some of us AREN'T psychotic germ-o-phobes. Some of us actually SIT on the seat. Because believe it or not, peeing is a much more pleasurable experience when you're not clenching your thighs and hoping against hope you can hold the position long enough to empty your bladder. And GUESS WHAT! Those of us who you know, SIT on the seat... DON'T WANT TO SIT ON YOUR PEE! It's not about the germs... it's just gross! So please, either calm the fuck down and sit on the seat, or learn to aim. You bitch at the men in your life CONSTANTLY for peeing on the seat, so why the fuck do womens public restrooms look like a pack of 2nd grade boys broke in? WHY!???





God, I should organize my thoughts better.



This post=proof of my ADHD.



OH.

And to everyone out there with ADHD.

Did you know that LIFE IS BETTER WITHOUT METH!???

Adderol=Meth.


If you have to get high everyday in order to be who society wants you to be, maybe you should just have fun everyday.

Society is drugging you so that you don't question the norm. Are you really okay with that?

I'm not!




Embrace the weird, embrace the random, fuck expectations.


Maybe I don't have attention deficit "disorder". Maybe everyone else is just too dumb to think about 10 things at once.








When you're random, things never have an appropriate ending.





OOPS.