The fuck are you guys talking about? All I see are breasts.

Do I care what people on this site think of me? No, not really. I mean. This place is as bad as it gets. But in my life? With my friends and family, and with other communities I'm in? I'm positively terrified by leaving a bad impression or being excluded or knowing someone hates me or thinking someone hates me. It gets to the point where my anxiety is so overwhelming that I start to develop psychosomatic responses in the form of my heart literally hurting(A lot), loss of vision, shakier breathing, uncontrollable trembling. That kind of stuff. I've had to leave in the middle of college classes before. Which is. Frightfully embarrassing and only makes it worse later.

And I realize how stupid it is, but there's a disconnect between my emotions and my thoughts and I really haven't been able to mend it. It uh. It sucks. A lot.

7 A.M. is the twilight-zone hour for me. I'm not entirely sure it exists.

I woke up at 10:30 AM today. A couple of weeks ago, I was waking up at 5 P.M.

I'm uh. I'm just going to assume the 10:30 in the morning is a little easier on the folks.

I'd like to make some sort of joke about abortion and all fetuses being assholes, but I feel like it might be devoid of tact. So I'm just going to let whoever reads this put the pieces together instead.

WE LEARNED IT FROM YOU, DAD.

WE LEARNED IT FROM YOU.

Well you know, eating too many sugary foods is pretty dangerous too from what I've heard.

I, for one, would die without Zach Braff to warm my heart and stiffen my nipples on a regular basis.

Goddamn, you're so weird, Joe.

Well I don't think everything exists. But maybe I'm crazy. Actually probably that. Also just because things exist doesn't mean they were created. And also, just because everything was created, doesn't mean there is a creator. And also again, just because there's a creator doesn't mean the creator is intelligent, let alone omnipotent, omnipresent, etc.

It's like. You see a guy on the street eating a banana and you go:

1) There is a guy eating a banana.

2) It was purchased.

3) There must be a banana stand nearby.

Seems logical enough, but what if the dude has a banana tree or something like that? Or hey, what if he got it from a supermarket and there -isn't- a banana stand nearby?

I know, I know, comparing gods to bananas. Still.

What Srom doesn't tell you is that after they fall to the ground, they roll around laughing uncontrollably.

And to be fair, anyone can easily take away a person's life with a fully-loaded .45

Asking an atheist to be tolerant of religion is like asking a working man to be tolerant of overbearing stupidity. Sure, they can; they just don't want to.

At least that's the way I sees it.

You guys are weird.