Kid just loves him some cows (komos) wrote,
Kid just loves him some cows

Remarking on the unremarkable

I’m still shaking off the idea that Long Island consists entirely of haunted houses and places to get Polish sausage.

I instantly tune out of discussions involving corpspeak to any degree. Today I learned that this may be due to a coping process called “divorcement.” I forget what else was said after that.

I am a perfectionist to the point of paralysis. Where I’m able to work past it, it still manifests either as minimizing the things I do or as an assumption that I’ll never really be good at them. Or both.

In my head, I am a much smaller person than I actually am.

I don’t like going to bed when other people are still up because I’m afraid I’ll miss something.

I love having time to myself. When I was growing up, my absolute favorite time of the week was Saturday morning, when I could be sure to have the house to myself for a couple of hours before my folks woke up.

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