Do I still belong here? a vote

does HE belong


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I worked a place and woman said, I think you're the nicest person I've ever met, another woman said in front of her husband standing behind her. I've been treated like shit here I'm not coming back, but I want you to know you're the best thing about Montana. It was covid the world was a fuckhead. My magic is real and it's super simple you cut your wrist. No one is real, most people are shit, My death wish is not a joke. I broke my back in an industrial accident, they called my mom, a priest, eleven months later I'm a Sherdog administrator



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How is that indignant though?
Schools tend to be pretty female dominated when it comes to staff. When I was in school myself, a new young male teacher came to town. Thin and athletic, but incredibly pizza-faced. I don't mean to mock the acne, but it was the type you know was continuing down the back, ya know? And hey, I got my own skin issues, but this is a conversation on attractiveness, and my point is, he really shouldn't have been. But despite that, there was a big issue when some girls managed to track down his cell # and started calling it. Kinda imprinted on me how much it must suck to work in a school.

So when I became the young male teacher, I was hyper-afraid of anything and everything. And if I was going to be putting any of my actual self out there around town, I tried to avoid any creep vibes, anything pseudo-sexual, I wanted to just be an encyclopedia trapped in a department-store mannequin, espousing non-opinionated factual information
 
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dude hit me up, I['m slow one the draw but I want to talk to you. I was drums but the writer, I wrote the songs that made the whole wold scream. You have a small way of saying you were the king shit. I'll bet you have some cassettes.
Not my own recordings if that's what you mean, but my dad was old enough that I'd be the 8 year old in the 90's listening to Gene Pitney and even back to Cole Porter, so we did have a giant rack of cassettes to listen to. I remember the 8-track going a few times, and we did have a vinyl player, but I don't remember it ever going.

I really appreciate drums. Despite my overall coordination for other sports and stuff and my fine dexterity for keyboard, bass, and guitar, etc.. I could never quite get drums down. You give me a kit, I can play 'the drums,' but you ask me to involve my feet too? I'm right fucked.

My problem with writing was though I had done a bit of music theory, I was more of a lyricist separately than a song writer. I knew some things that sounded good that I could transpose between instruments, but entire compositions? I was the least musically inclined in the group by far. Again, the self-criticism and lack of confidence strikes me at every turn. It's fair to call me a coward, but I still tried despite that shortcoming.
 
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