the "socially acceptable" mask is slipping 🦇
when the internal monologue becomes an external dialogue
We’ve all been there. You’re at a brunch or a work mixer, the vibes are pristine, and then—out of nowhere—you drop a joke so dark it sucks the oxygen out of the room. Suddenly you're looking like Uncle Fester trying to convince everyone you’re a well-adjusted member of society.
It’s not my fault my brain is a gothic Victorian manor and yours is a Bright Horizons daycare. If you can't handle me at my "ominous observation about the fragility of existence," you don't deserve me at my "polite nodding while you talk about your sourdough starter."
The "That Wasn't Me" Starter Pack:
Wide-eyed blinking to show innocence
Abruptly pivot to talking about the weather
Contemplating moving to a different state
Accepting that you are now the "weird friend"
✨ Reblog if you’re the friend with the broken humor filter. ✨
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