Not Everyone Thinks

These are my thoughts. If you don’t think them, that’s your business.

[averageannon]

He watched me clean the bathroom, fold two loads of laundry and decorate the apartment for fall. He needs a nap.

[averageannon]

Why is it so hard to cook for one? Is it because it’s easier to make a mess when it’s for someone else? Or because it’s hard to always eat alone?

[averageannon]

I wish I had talent.

There are people my age inventing things or performing on stage for thousands or creating masterpieces.

I can’t even curl my hair.

[averageannon]

You ever go through moods where is like:

“Hey, I’m sad right now. Nothing specific happened to make me sad, but man I can’t wait til I don’t feel like this again.”

Then in a few hours or at a different place it’s:

“I feel pretty damn good right now. I know I was sad a while ago, and I’ll probably be sad later, but at least I’m happy right now.”

[averageannon]

One of the things I’m most excited about in starting on here is that no one knows who I am. No friends. No family.

I can share my actual thoughts and finally not worry about what anyone will think.

I don’t even care if no one actually reads them.

[averageannon]

I hate living in an apartment. Absolutely hate it. But as a young, single person, I can’t afford to live anywhere else.

I suppose I should be grateful that I can afford a nice apartment, and I suppose I should work harder to find the good things about my life...but sitting here alone, listening to my neighbor play Luke Bryan and argue with her drunk friend about where to find the straws for their homemade margaritas, I can’t.