I can’t articulate why I’m sad. I just am.
[Only sleeps in one particular position | EVER.]
And it’s always the weirdest position. One arm under the pillow, other arm clutching Mr. Porpington de Cottontail (it’s a really old stuffed rabbit, I was a weird kid), one leg pulled up almost to chest level, other leg hanging off bed.
I have got bedtime comfort down to an ART FORM.
Submitted by: shadow-word-death
All my life I’ve never grasped the concept of showing excitement. I’m literally the person who stands out in a crowd.
Everyone else: *Standing up and singing along*
Me: Oh…this is awesome. *Remains seated*
Everyone else: *cheering/booing/chanting*
Me: This is a lot more fun than I thou—wait did they just signal the cavalry? *Remains seated*
Fangirls: OMG! LOOK AT THAT ACTOR/MUSICIAN! AAAAAAAHHHHH! I LOVE THEM SOOOOOO MUCH! IF ONLY THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO ME AND MY GIRLHOOD!
Me: Um…y-yeah…t-they’re very attractive, yes. But more importantly, why are you screaming?
Submitted by: Anon
I don’t understand people. Except in books.
I’m not ignoring you. I’m afraid to talk to you.
If i hug you be honored.
Mild social embarrassment. Hide in room for days.