Afro.
I don’t like acting happy, or smiley, or giggly. I just want to lay back, and stare at the ceiling, have some alone time.
I worked for almost 12 hours straight at Publix, smiling at customers, chatting, smiling, being nice, being funny. It’s not fake, but it is an act.
Well, really it’s just how I get around a lot of people. But I’m people’d out, and I just want to stare at ceilings, like I said, anyway.
That’s all.
Ceilings are very good friends sometimes.
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Although I’m not sure what this entry has to do with an afro…
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i was hoping you were going for a new look.
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public work at a coffee shop is what taught me about small talk and how to interact with strangers ha…no i am a pro i guess but i still privately very-much-dislike meaningless talk with people who dont care “like….oh my gawd….dont ask me how i am doing and not mean it!” sorry, trying to translate scarcasm electronically
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I said I went to bed and I lied. I’m up. But now I’m really going to bed. Universe man. Bye now.
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RYN: good question. Yes, I hope. But it’s not easy to get there.
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