Back And Forth

What to write about? Oh, what do I write about today? I feel like I should’ve talked more shit on Monday. I was a little too nice! I’ve been waiting for that moment for years! Not only did I not go hard enough in the paint, I probably could’ve explained the weight of it all a little more. I was surprised that a post about golf did so well. I’m guessing it was a mix of clickbait and not broadcasting that it was a golf post. I’ll disregard those facts and pretend you were all super interested. I’ll also be pretending that I’m not constantly watching Rory edits and his shot into fifteen over and over again. It’s not rated XXX, but it sure is a good type of porn. I was planning on writing my post today about how I’m in my hater era. Pause. Gag me if I ever say that shit again! “Era.” What a terrible (but sadly, useful) phrase! I’m learning to be kind all over again and to just let things go. Violet got mad at me for mocking someone that was sitting near us at dinner Monday night. Of course, she was right. I probably shouldn’t let a guy asking (kind of rudely, if that matters) for a soy sauce dish bother me. I probably shouldn’t be mocking them either. I’m not sure why I let those little things bother me so much. They just do. I’m working on it, slowly. I’m enjoying being home. That’s calmed me down slightly. I’m still slightly militant. Getting to hit some balls and walk the course is a breath of very fresh air. It’s something you’ll never get in the city. I was telling my dad that I feel like there is a ringing noise of worry in my ear all the time in the city. When I come upstate, the ringing goes away for a little. Of course, the ringing comes back and it even gets louder. I love being in the city. I wonder what it would’ve been like to go to Arizona State instead. It’d be a different life. I certainly would be better at golf. I don’t know if it would be different good or different bad. I'd be broker than shit and miss home like crazy. Maybe I’ll end up there eventually! I’m going back to the city tomorrow afternoon. I’m excited to get back into my regular routine. I’ve only been out of it a week and it feels fucked up. It’s weird how you miss things you hate. Obviously I miss the good stuff too. My ears were sunburned and now they are peeling. Dry as hell! Is hell dry or wet? I feel like that lava makes moisture. Maybe hell is humid. My ears are not humid. I love being around other people, but there is something so cozy about being alone in the city. It is like there are so many people that you don’t really feel alone. I miss that feeling right now. I work this weekend, but we are celebrating my mom’s birthday afterwards on Friday. Her actual birthday is on Saturday. Phoebe is staying in my dorm for the first time ever Saturday night. That’ll be super fun (not!). Jokes. Jokes. Jokes. Slumber party! I’m going to enjoy my last few hours home. Hopefully your Wednesday was an era! I don’t think I’m using that shit right! Happy Wednesday everyone!