There exists a girl who is barely tolerant of my existence. And, knowing me like she does....and if most people knew me the way she does....who the fuck could blame her. I'm a horrible excuse for a human being.
Probably the least of all the reasons why I'm a horrible human being is the fact that I am drunk off my ass right now. Drunkenness is something that I'm more or less used to, which is why you're not seeing very many typos....my fingers know better than my brain what I'm doing right now. There's WAY more reasons than I could count here why I'm a piece of shit, most of which woudl take.....well, mostly fucking SOBRIETY....to illustrate. Most of those reasons have to do with a sense of angry, violent, brooding misanthropy that I've been dealing with since my teenage years, that I probably should have long since shed given my age, but then again, getting the ever loving hell beaten out of you for a year and a half over a fucking COAT and other peoples' very conspicuous predjudices tends to affect your overall world view. So do the things you use to cope with said year and a half. Like, say, for instancve....heavy metal, copious amounts of alcohol, and a generally violent hatred and distrust for your species at large.
According to Anthony Bourdain, this is the kind of thing that can easily create the sort of messed up outcast that works its way into my current profession, which has NOTHING to do with any kind of love for food or cuisine, and nearly everything to do with the fact that I'm very much a fucked up, outcast member of society that gravitated towards a profession that asked no questions and only REALLY cares about whether or not I can do the job that I was hired to do....crank out a metric fuckton of really good food at a high level without going completely insane.
Okay. Done with drunken whining. Sorry to have bored you all with by bullshit, please return to your regularly scheduled programming and feel free to ignore the shit out of this emo-laden post.