Tuesday afternoon slump calls for some Mike Birbiglia.
"I had an awakening when I lost my eyesight. I wanted to see nature and help people, Zach."
"Yeah, but shouldn’t you worry about yourself too? Like, it’s great that you want to help people, I do it too, bu there is a point where you go, ‘shit I should work on myself too."
"I’m sorry Zach, but that’s just not how it is for me."
"I’m giving you a choice, right now. Do you want to keep doing this?"
"Well, it sounds like you don’t."
"NO! I want to, it just we have to work on some stuff too."
"That’s settling. I used to do it all the time. It’s never a good thing."
"No! It’s called ‘being in a relationship. You, you know, talk about things and work on yourselves together."
"So, you didn’t answer my question. Do you still want to do this?"
"Well, I think I’ll just hold you back."
"Fine. I take that as a no."
I did it. I broke up with her. I can deal with someone who can’t see what they truly are: an amazing person who sacrifices for everyone, slowly building misery and woe in their life. It’s stupid. It’s a waste of my time.
Fuck you Lauren. I hope you know that I loved you and that you are going to someday realize that everyone else is shit compared to your own personal well-being.
there’s nothing quite as beautiful as the beach at sunset
IT’S LEVEL 7 CALM DOWN
ARE YOU EXPECTING A RICH KID LIKE WINSTON TO USE A COMMONER’S MEDICINE LIKE A POTION?
can we just talk about Ralts’ nickname tho