I am an adorable self-absorbed little prick with a sobriety problem.
Sobriety is for people that can’t handle their drugs, and the the real world is for people that can’t open their minds and think for themselves so they accept everything that they’ve been spoon-fed from birth unquestioned and with a numb smile.
If you’re not cautious, you’re not paying attention. If you’re not paying attention, then you’re a target. Targets become victims. Victims become body counts. Numbers. Statistics. Swept under the rug and forgotten forever to maintain the flawless ebb and flow of the “universe”.
Farces exist for a reason, and to be a Farce you need to have a brain.
I like to use sexual awkwardness as an icebreaker.
I’m nothing if not inquisitive.
My love for experience in my thirst for knowledge outweigh nothing else, because when we die those are all we have.