Someone complained (you know who you are) that my blog is getting boring.
Well, I'm sorry that I'm not going to Japan. That would be exciting (for some people).
Anyway, was talking to Pamela last night about yesterday's trip.
She wondered if I was the kinda person who always thinks people hate him even though nobody actually does.
I said no, I'm the kinda person who always thinks the girl he likes hates him, but doesn't care what the rest of the world thinks.
In addition, I have this extraordinary ability to see past my strong suits and pick at my weaknesses, then conclude that girls have no reasons to like me.
How do you reverse 22 years of self-pity and fear of failure?
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