“None of this is going anywhere. Pretty soon we’ll all be old, and no one left alive will grandly care about our glory days when we sold our souls. But if you’re all about the destination…then take a fucking flight. We’re going nowhere slowly, but we’re seeing all the sights, and we’re definitely going to Hell, but we’ll have all the best stories to tell.”—
I don’t understand why people, around whom I never say anything funny, keep telling me how funny I am. A lot of the people who “like” me don’t actually know anything about me, and they probably wouldn’t like me if they did. And a lot of people who asume that they don’t like me probably would, if they only cared to know anything about me. This frustrates me beyond belief. Because I am funny, they just couldn’t know that because I am only funny around people with whom I am comfortable.
Do you hate it when you think something is really stupid but you don’t want to complain about it, because you’re afraid there is some completely obvious joke behind it that everyone knows about but you, therefore making YOU the stupid one?