I Hate Feeling Bad About Being Excited.

Last night, I sat alone in my apartment and I felt like a total loser.

Having had masochist tendencies, I resorted to insulting myself by asking Alexa to play me. I expected to hear “I’m sorry, I don’t know that one.” what I actually heard was “Here (you) are, presented by iHeartRadio.”

I wanted to high five people and celebrate. I wanted to be surrounded by happy tears and cheers. I wanted to bask in the feelings.

I live alone with no family or friends, just myself and my cat and the walls of this apartment never really seem to celebrate…

So I went out with my neighbor and determined not to contaminate a beautiful moment in my life, I ordered soda only.

I was having a blast.

The feelings I felt were so powerful and people from the South are loud and passionate enough, so…

I guess my enthusiasm was offensive…

so offensive that people assumed I was drunk, when I ordered soda on purpose.

I found myself…feeling bad…for being excited…about my life…

and all I am trying to do…is stay alive.

People hate

passion.

Because they do not understand it…

and it’s easier to assume rather than to discuss..

but you know what they say about assumptions.

Guess we’ve all been looking like total ass.