The human heart was—and remains—a mystery to me. But I’m learning. I have to. —Anthony Bourdain

The I’m annoyed this is rambling post

I’ve a problem with people wasting my time.

There are moments when I’m stuck somewhere and people keep arguing about the same things over and over again, that I’m tempted to stab myself with a pen just so they can stop wasting my time and find something new to talk about.

I’m sorry, my inner world is interfering with the real one. My imagination gets so that I find myself imagining things to the point that I’m almost doing them. Things that people shouldn’t do in a society where people are educated, moral, and have brains bigger than the size of peas.

I need to walk I need to breathe I need, to care less.

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