you see you maybe thinking why dont you just talk to him, but its so complicated because i have in the past we became good friends then i think he found out i liked him and he started stopping talking and gradually we stopped altogether, i asked him a number of times if i had done something to upset him he said no and we kinda left each others lives, we have never met in person but i see him everyday at lunch and we have moments of awkward eye contact and it kills me..oh and yeah he ignores me even if i say hey ….what is life
Infinite Worlds Theory and Dickish People
Thinking about the world, like I usually do when I’m bored, I realized something.
As long as people believe that there can be infinite worlds with an infinite amount of outcomes, there is a world where all people are nice.
Of course, this world where all people could be nice could have the catch that being nice is considered being a dick, and everyone does it because that’s how they’re raised.
Honestly, if this was the case, I probably wouldn’t mind it. Who cares why someone is nice, just let them be nice.
Also, there could be just this one instance where everyone is nice, even though they are dickish.
That means that in every other universe and area of existence, those people are dicks.
But if they’re nice but dickish in one world, and completely dickish in all worlds, that means that those people are are infinitely dickish.
I’m sure we know a few people like this.
People that are dicks throughout the cosmos, stretching throughout infinity.
Yes, I am "That Guy"
You know those moments when you almost collide with someone?
Maybe you’re rounding a corner at the same time, or coming through a door from opposite sides. You both apologize (“Whoops, sorry!”), then one person stands down while the other one continues on.
I am always that second guy. The one who barges through. The one who admits wrongdoing (“Whoops, sorry!”) but continues anyway.
This probably says something about me, huh?
“Well the charcoal's not gonna wait all night.”
—Mom’s boyfriend about the charcoal on the grill.
He’s complaining because the pan or whatever he needs isn’t clean and she had just mopped the floor and then was gonna do dishes. She was resting for a minute because she was just taking me and Mel to DeKalb for the casting call.
Mother. Fucker.
