I’m tired of people asking how I’m feeling and then trying to tell me what to do because of it. I had surgery. I’m supposed to take pain meds and rest. Oh you know someone who had the same surgery and was out running marathons 3 days later? Good for fucking them, I don’t need to go to the doctor because I’m not healing at the same pace. You have no place in telling me how to feel when the only time you’ve come over to “check” on me is when you’ve been drinking. So much for being a good friend.
The café scene.
Sometimes if I’m having a bad day I’ll just picture Kanye West in a Burger King saying “Hurry up with my damn croissantwich.”