every time the sun comes up
The one thing I know how to do well is navel gaze.
Well, that and sucking cock. So I guess two things.
But giving an amazing blow job is also a form of navel gazing, so really it’s just the one thing.
I admit it is a bad thing (the self indulgent bit not the bjs. obvsly).
honestly though, if you can’t find a way to be endlessly fascinated with yourself, life will be so. very. long.
The problem of course is all that endless self fascination means getting really fucking sick of yourself (quite literally in some cases).
Sure, you can always double down on the self obsession (like have a dumb fckn blog called loafe) but eventually it will crack and you might find yourself doing any number of pathetic things to deal with the revulsion. Writing love letters to boys. Pining for a dead mom. Scrubbing your toilet with a little brush while raging at the patriarchy. Maybe getting stupid drunk, by yourself, on your 2nd floor balcony, and then, when you see the first bit of sun on the horizon, you think to yourself ‘now is a good time to cry’ but you can’t even manage that because god what a phony you are.
I gotta tell you though. I can write the fuck out of a love letter. I’m really great at it. (It’s still navel gazing. I TOLD YOU I was good at one thing.)
I’m just grateful that I didn’t actually send them.
Personal growth? Maybe. Just maybe.