Morbid.
I also do this. Every time.
Sometimes I wonder if Rebecca has ever noticed that it takes me so long from the time I go out to my car to the time I drive off. Everyone, this is why.
Dear Tumblr/Doctor,
Shaving my face hurts, even when I use a fresh razor blade. Like, not excruciating pain, but pretty moderate pain. I’ve tried various blade razors and various sensitive-skin shaving creams/gels, but nothing really seems to help. Electric shavers don’t seem to work very well on my face, or I’m just not good at them.
A.) Is this pain normal?
B.) How can I lessen it, other than by not shaving?
C.) What the heck?
I kind of like it when it’s raining and my umbrella is in my trunk, because then I have to do a mini-obstacle course and weasel my way to the back seat from the front seat so I can fold it down and retrieve the umbrella.
An update on Bram Stoker’s Dracula: I’m on chapter 20.
I watched Zombieland tonight after work. I don’t generally get into the whole blood-and-guts thing, but I sort of enjoyed the movie. There were a couple spots where I looked away from the screen because I knew something that would make me jump was about to happen, and I don’t like being frightened. That’s how I roll, I guess.
I’m coming to this sort of realization that I’ve been fighting for months, because I didn’t want it to be true, even though I’ve kind of known that it was this whole time. And part of it, for me, is that I never thought I’d turn into this. I feel lonely, and for some reason that’s deeply embarrassing to me. I have Rebecca, and she’s wonderful. I have my brothers when they’re not living their own lives, and I have ephemeral acquaintances at work, but I don’t really have a group of people—or even a person—that I do friend things with. It’s definitely my fault. I’m not good at initiating friendships, at trusting people, or even being available for befriending. And I’m not in Warrensburg anymore. No longer am I staying up until 1:30 AM watching short films and talking about life with Micah. I’m not making or enjoying music with the guys I lived with, or with Aubrey. I’m not sitting at a Country Kitchen of a weeknight sharing life with a group of dudes who, like me, are just trying to get by.
One of the people I work with asked me what I was doing this evening, and I came up blank, and I guess that’s what sort of triggered this for me. I’m never doing something of an evening. I’ve become that guy who sits at home until he falls asleep to a movie, or Hulu, or a downloaded television show because he needs something to break the silence after 11:00 PM when everyone else in the house is asleep; that guy who rambles at 2:00 AM on Tumblr about his sad life. And the weirdest part? Of all of the people I bump into during the course of a week in my classes, at work and at church, there are probably only a handful of people that I connect with well enough to consider spending time with outside of the context in which I know them. I guess it’s not so weird—I’ve never been great at connecting with people—but it’s disheartening to think that I’m really this bad at it.
I work in the morning. I’m going to queue up “Community” on Hulu—it comes highly recommended.
This. Basically an instruction manual for me.boxofrandomness: electricviolets:
It’s crazy how much I can relate to this. A part of me feels like it would be nice if everyone knew this beforehand, but I guess in that you lose the fun in discovering.
Who eats toaster strudels at midnight while laying in his bed? This guy.
That’s right ladies, I’m quite a catch.
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