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Failure. One of my greatest fears is of failure. That someday I'll lose my job, lose my home, and end up homeless. My first year of college I was living in the dorms, which closed when everyone went home for Christmas break. I had lined up a temporary place to stay, but that fell through two days before break, and I had a little more than $50 to last me a month. So I lived in my truck and ate one $0.99 seven layer burrito from Taco Bell every day. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but spending nights shivering in my truck sorta sunk into my brain later on. I've often felt like I don't have a safety net, were something bad to happen and I found myself unable to work or pay bills. You'd think that this fear would be a great incentive for me to learn how to save and manage my money, but that would make sense - and making sense is not what I'm about.
Fight. I have never struck anyone in anger in my life. Ever. I avoid confrontation in my life. Why rock the boat?
Flatulence. I'm drawing a blank on F words tonight. All I can think of is fiasco and fuck, and really... nobody wants to read what I have to say about either of those.
Fight. I have never struck anyone in anger in my life. Ever. I avoid confrontation in my life. Why rock the boat?
Flatulence. I'm drawing a blank on F words tonight. All I can think of is fiasco and fuck, and really... nobody wants to read what I have to say about either of those.
posted by steve at 10:40 PM
1 Comments:
that is a very sad story. obviously you didn't know your current friends then-we would never let you spend the night in your truck. you do have a safety net of friends who care about you and our couch is always open to you.
the reason you have never been in a fight is that you're an only child. i have hit my brother and been hit by him so many times i could never count, and that just seemed normal. i broke his nose once, even.
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