eat shit and die.

If you can't think for yourself, you deserve what people tell you to do.

My recent lack of friends here in Florida, while disconcerting, are not (?) a reflection of me. That also may be true of some friends abroad: though, out of the chaos of knowing them then and then reconciling with who they are now, I find myself disappointed. Surprised, however, I am not. I find myself with the same dilemma some family members have: meeting someone, initially reading them as worthless, untrustworthy, shitty, the list goes on - giving them a long, happy second chance to rectify my initial impression, and being surprised when the initial interpretation reads true. Every. fucking. time.

New idea for a book!