One thing I don't understand is people trying to guess your name by the way you look. You're named when you're still in your mom or when you look like every other infant in the world. "Yup! That generic looking infant is definitely a John!" How the hell can you guess what my name is by the way I look? I call bullshit. I imagine people intend it to be a compliment, but it's kind of insulting when you think about it. "You look like you would be a ______!" There's this idea you have of what I should look like and I fit it. That makes me uncomfortable and normal. I'm not a huge fan of uncomfortable, but that's not what bothers me more. Never make me feel normal. I take pride in my abnormal life. It means I'm my own person who can do whatever they want. If I want to eat an entire bag of Lays in one day, I can! I've done that by the way. It's an interesting timeline of events. First comes the initial "Fuck yeah! I feel like an American!" Then comes the instant regret of actually eating it all followed by remembering you're young and invincible. Later on in the day you start to crave it again so you decide to go back to the store and you're excited. Then you see bag and right when you buy it comes instant pity of yourself, but then you take that first bite and you feel happy again.
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HumorThis is for most of my comedic writing. Whether it be rants/events pertaining to my life or little sketches, I'll put them here. My style of comedy ranges from dry to sarcastic. I also talk about people and how they need to understand that not every...
