I hate the in the middle feeling. Like you’re not sad but you’re not happy. You’re just kinda stuck, almost like a dull content feeling. You’re annoyed with the little things like how your shirt is resting on your body or how warm your body temperature is and you just don’t wanna get out of bed.
I love video games because you’re always on an important quest that is very time limited but you can dick around places for as long as you want like yeah sure my sister has been kidnapped but I need to spend three hours exploring this dungeon to make sure I don’t miss any treasure
today I went to olive garden and there was a man wearing a fedora behind me and my mother whispered to me “why is that man wearing a hat we are indoors I don’t understand” and he whipped around with all seriousness and said “twilight sparkle came to me in a dream and requested that I wear this crown for the duration of the evening” and me, not knowing what to do just said “ok” but then the guy started laughing and he was like “I’m just kidding I just like hats”