Just raid the fridge its fine

I have one kink and it's not a good idea.

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

Recently been thinking about reaching out to a mental health professional or cutting my hair.

Screw it I'm cutting my hair.

My Midnight small talk at the shop checkout.

All I can say is what a symphony of awkwardness that was. My stupid face non revealing while I died inside. every word i said was moment that will haunt me and replays in slow motion as I try to sleep. It's a never ending cycle of interaction induced trauma, why cant i just function with some casual flare for conversing, why has god forsaken me.

I was so desperately hoping for a swift and silent transaction, just wnating to be in and out. But oh no, the universe has other plans. The cashier, who was cherful and just being a friendly extravert, decided it was the perfect time for a chitchat extravaganza (can you not see i am avoiding eye contact!) Cue my introverted internal panic as I mentally prepared myself for the impending doom i knew would take place

"Hi, how's your day going?" they ask with unwavering enthusiasm. my brain scrambled to come up with a response that didn't sound like a rehearsed monologue from a socially inept robot(anyone else rehearse interactions they might have to have) "Oh, just fine," I managed, all while internally screaming, "Abort mission! You idiot ! What tf was that!"

But alas, the torture continued they feel the need to inquire about my plans for the weekend, (its Sunday, the weekend is over in like an hour, what do they think ive got planned for those 60 minutes) do I really have to delve into the riveting details of my exciting grocery shoppin trip, I tried to conjure up something remotely interesting, but all I ended up with is a week af, "Not much, just taking it easy". Smooth. Real smooth.

Anyone figure out how i can to reach through the fabric of time, to smother my past self with a plastic carrier bag.