spongedude said:
Hmm...
I've sacrificed a lot of my emotional health over the years to try and keep my loved ones happy. I'm 28 years old, but I feel like I'm 58 sometimes because so much baggage constantly weighs on me. This isn't the way I want to live. The (hopefully) nice guy you read on the forums is closer to my real self than what I'm generally prepared to exhibit to most people I know at work, or even among family sometimes. If you met me on the street, I might be one of the last people you'd suspect to be... well, me. (
But ain't that the way it is with most of us?)
I think you're a super nice guy, and I'm sure your real self is a super nice guy as well. That's what really counts, right?
I sometimes feel like some of my friends and I have an...
unsophisticated sense of humor. For example, here's a conversation that my friends and I had this morning. A lot of our conversations look like this one. It went something like this:
*5 of my friends and I gather outside of my room*
Friend 1: Guys, you know how my dream is to be an author?
Friend 2: Don't you have to be smart to be an author?
Friend 1: Well, I'm gonna write my first book about how pathetic you guys are.
Friend 3: You can't say that stuff around me. I have crippling depression, remember?
Friend 1: I bet it'll be a bestseller.
Friend 2: Your mom is a bestseller.
Everyone: AYYY
*Snickering and giggling continues for a few seconds*
Friend 1: You guys are cancerous. I'm gonna go take a wazz.
Me: Be sure to enjoy yourself, bud.
Friend 3: Guys, I have a joke. Why did the chicken cross the road?
Everyone: Why?
Friend 3: To get to your mother.
Everyone: ...
Friend 3: She's an exotic dancer.
Me: Wow, you've outdone yourself this time. That was genuinely terrible.
Friend 2: *Makes vomiting noises and starts shaking violently*
Everyone: ...?
Friend 2: That...gave me...cancer...
Friend 3: You don't get seizures from cancer, dunknut.
*Group starts arguing about seizures*
Et cetera...
Perhaps we're all immature, but I still love the gang.