I think I like to be sad and depressed, I like when people talk down at me sometimes, at work today this customer jumped my shit because the coffee was not ready when he went to get it, so like a 2 minute Wait would have killed him, but yea apparently, he about stroked out. I gave the fuck back his money and pretended to care. The point of this is that I kinda enjoyed him yelling at me, don’t get me wrong I didn’t jump up and down like I scored a bag of dope, but felt content. I don’t know if maybe this has something to do with my problems I have, but I guess I could tell my Physiologist about it, if I would ever go to one.
When I am happy it seems like there is something wrong, I almost feel better when I’m sad.
I love the big fat fucks that come into my work and try to put me out of my game, cause there wife is a bitch or husband, they try to get to me but I won’t allow it, I just smile at them and say I am so very sorry about that.
