Zen and the Pursuit of Simplicity

I feel so much guilt for something really, really simple that I did last night that I shouldn’t have. All I did was answer my friend’s phone and it turns out it was some girl who took it the wrong way. It doesn’t help that we were all drunk, so I think his temper flared up much more than it would have in any other case. Anyway, I’m going to try and call him today to apologize but I doubt he’ll take my call. I just feel so bad because it was just me being impulsive as usual and he’s really upset with me (or was as of last night when he stormed out of my house). And this is just an accident - I can’t even imagine what it would be like if it was intentional.

The airport is straight up the best place to find the crazies. People are just fuckin weird for sure. And now I got stuck sitting next to two older broads who are most definitly going to try and talk to me. But holy shit, the view of the mountains in Denver are gorgeous.

I’m actually one of those people who really enjoys flying, it’s just that I mostly dislike other people and their habits. For instance, I can’t believe people get on an airplane and choose to sneeze, that’s the worst. The other worst: small talk. The thing is, I used to actually make an effort to lie or something. Hands down, I’m an interesting broad, but he fact of the matter is that fiction is always better than fact, so I liked to spice up my life. You ver get off a plane and tell everyone you know about that really interesting person you sat next to on the plane? That was me, an I was lying.

Anyway, I can’t be bothered to do that anymore. First of all, I don’t get paid enough. Secondofly, small talk is the bane of my existence. If the chances are close to nil that I’ll never see you again, it physically ails me to try and give a crap about your name, let alone your occupation or where you’re going and why. I’m pretty sure that’s mad cold of me, but I’m an east coaster now, it’s sort of how we roll.

Don’t nobody care, gurl. Don’t nobody care.

I don’t have the heart to tell my roommate that in real life no one cares about your GPA or your thesis. Which is unfortunate kinda, but real talk.