When I was little up until I was around 9, my brother and I would take road trips. We’d just jump in his car and go anywhere. Sometimes we’d talk about dumb stuff yknow because I was little, and what could a little kid know about being an adult and stuff… But other times we’d just be listening to music and I’d ask him who was playing. A lot of times, I’d forget by the end of the song and ask again. But he’d never get annoyed yknow. I remember there was this one time I was on a road trip with him and my mom, and he was playing a song by Keane. And like, out of nowhere, on this road, there was a double rainbow. It was really cool. I don’t go on many road trips with him anymore since he’s got a family now and stuff… But I miss that. And now that I can drive, I’m just kind of waiting for someone to come under my wing and join me. Because I love driving.
I can’t really explain this much… I just can’t swallow them when people are looking at me. I find pills just hard to swallow in general so I guess when people look at me, it’s just as nerve wracking XD I dunno. Can’t really explain this one.
When I was smaller I would love eating eggs. Every single morning, my dad would make me breakfast which would always include any style of egg. But I think when I turned 13 or so, I started not liking the taste. And I slowly built an aversion to it. Now I don’t eat egg.
I don’t like when people pat my head. No, I don’t like when people touch my head without permission. I’m okay with pats on the back, I’m okay with shoulder rubs and I’m okay with people touching my nose… But when you touch my head, where my hair is growing and shit, it pisses me off. If you just pap it, I will fucking kill you. If you ask me to touch my head… I will allow you. If you wanna play with my hair, that’s fine. But if you fucking pull it, I will hurt you. I don’t like any type of aggression near my head. I don’t like anything to be done to my head. Like… ugh. It just irritates me so much. It ruins my day when people touch my head.
Or at least I’m not when it comes to my work or my school. I don’t like my grade to sit on the shoulder of another person. I like to do things on my own accord so that I can take responsibility for my mistakes and so forth. I also don’t appreciate it when somebody throws the work on me, but that’s actually not too bad. Because in that moment, I would gladly throw that person under the bus. If I have to work with partners, I’d prefer it to be with a friend because I can at least trust them to an extent.
It’s really bad, actually. XD Because obviously they are antonyms. So, it’s two distinctively different things within my brain battling. Usually because I’m a genuinely happy person, the optimism wins. But because I am human, I have my days just like anyone else and it is on those days that I am very pessimistic.
If we’re so comfortable with each other, that I can touch you booty… It is a friendship that will last. I slap my parents butt all the time, because I know they can’t leave me no matter how hard they try. So if we can touch butts and laugh about it, We are best friends for life. My best friend Javier and I were like that. Fo’ life, i tell you.
Mind you, I can’t dance. It’s basically me hopping about, head banging, and pretending I’m the swan queen. I usually break into dancing when I’ve got a good song in my head… Or I’m just really hyper.
I just can’t. The focusing of the feet and hips to the music… Yeah, just no. Not me. I can barely keep my mind steady while watching TV or standing in the grocery store.
I had no idea how to title it… But when I draw people, or anything, and it’s a pose I can’t figure out by just imagining - I have to stand up and do it myself. If I don’t understand how to draw… a hug; I have to get up and hug someone. Because then I can feel it, and I can touch the muscles and how they’re positioned.. It helps me. XD