Because my brain won’t let me stop thinking about 7x10, I keep coming up with super fluffy scenarios that won’t ever happen and what if during this “pretty sweet” goodbye hug, Daryl kisses Carol on the forehead and she’s in shock for about 0.05 seconds before a sassy look comes over her face and she teases him “you missed” which gets Daryl all flustered and he tells her “stahp” which just makes Carol smile more because cute, flustered Daryl is her favorite Daryl (isn’t it everyone’s favorite Daryl?) and then we all die from cuteness but what a way to go
1 in 6 people take prescriptions for things like antidepressants so when you open your big mouth and trash talk medication in place of “~natural~” remedies for mental health issues, it’s basically guaranteed that people in your life choose not to trust your ignorant ass anymore, so just stfu and stay in your lane
“This little piece of homosexual trash keeps dragging me to places i don’t wanna go but ill still follow him because deep inside i love him to the moon and back and i must make sure he wont get kidnapped or hurt in any way possible amen”
So I work at a movie theater, a really big one on the richer side of town. We have a special area for people to fill up their own drinks, butter their popcorn, ect. We have an attendant assigned to that area at all times because it gets insanely messy. People are constantly leaving straw wrappers, popcorn kernels, and other pieces of trash all over the ground and counters. I honestly don’t understand what is so hard about simply throwing away trash, especially when we have a multitude of clearly positioned trash cans placed every ten feet or so.
Anyway, one day, I was assigned to be the attendant of the drink station, and as usual it was completely packed with people, most of whom weren’t even bothering to clean up after themselves. While I was attempting to keep it presentable, a woman came up to ask me a question. This was a while ago, so I don’t even remember what she was asking me, but while she talked, she was unwrapping a straw. While looking me straight in the eye, she extended her arm all of the way out and dropped her straw wrapper on the floor. Then, she stood there and stared at me until I swept it up.
Now, I’ve met a lot of entitled people at work, and I’ve cleaned up a lot worse, but no one has ever been so blatant before or since. This is a question I’ve asked many times, but why do some people get off on making other people feel below them? What could have possibly happened to them to make them crave the feeling of superiority? It’s a sad thing, to be compelled to step on others in order to feel better about oneself. I still think about that lady sometimes, and I feel really bad for her. I hope that someday she can move on from that.