hate. I do it so well. I read somewhere that depression is anger introverted. Therefore, I suggest to you, my interwebs friends, that I am leaps and bounds ahead of the average cry-ass-vag-face out there...emotionally speaking. If you disagree with me, we can fight about it. I'll kick your ass with my well polished aggression, and you'll cry about it...cause that's probably how you do.
A lot of my friends have noticed, and pointed out on several occasions, that I raise my voice about 12 octaves when I am speaking to strangers...at the bank, at work on the phone, at a mcdonalds drive thru...game-face, my besties brother calls it. And that would be the best way to describe exactly what I am doing. Playing a game. The riveting game of communication...it's a lot like operation but instead of that annoying buzzer noise, I hear prolonged idiotic conversation that will eventually make my ears bleed whenever I fuck up and get too close to the edge.
If only it were as easy to lose the pieces to the game of social communication as it is to lose the wish-bone in operation. But noooo...human interaction keeps popping up like a ouija board in a bad horror flick. How do they end up getting rid of that portal that brings hell to earth? Burn it, right? Just sayin...
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