I got hit by a car on Saturday. It wasn’t really a big deal, it was more like I went up on the hood and then fell off. Looking back, I should have made a bigger deal about it, because I could really use $50. I need to learn to think more about exploiting people so that when I’m in the moment, it comes naturally. Instead, I laughed it off, told them not to worry about it, and went on my scary-way.
My friends wanted to go out that night, but I used getting hit by the car as the excuse to stay in by myself. In actuality, I really had an in-grown hair on the back of my thigh that sort of took over my entire day and most of the night.
I’d like to look at the nutrition facts and know what any of it means. Obviously I know…sort of. I’d like to get to a point where I can interpret the information and make a decision on the purchase based on the facts. The only one I know is calories, because everyone else does, and on the top of the thing, it says "This is how much of this shit you should have each day."
I have to get insurance soon and it’s totally freaking me out. Not the money part, because no matter what, I can’t afford it and it’ll just be another thing that makes me scramble to make due every month. It’s more the panic of having to understand the shit. I don’t want to know, and I’ve been blissfully ignorant for my entire life about it. I don’t want to have to understand it because then it will make sense to me and that will inevitably make me unhappy. And I’m already unhappy about so much other shit, you know?