Hopefully my other post hasn't gone up yet.

I just realized something. I have far too much to say. And I'm very proficient at saying it. And very quick with making more. I'm very much a person that feels and appreciates the tiny moments in life and does not take them for granted

This is all my way of saying I probably need more people I actually want to talk to on hand.

I think that's ultimately the part people miss. If I like you? You'll have no better friend on this planet. If I don't? Well. You're better off meeting someone new. But it's like. My standards are dumb low. But it's funny, a lot of my friends treat it like I'm asking for infinity. When this is the life I lead. Right now. I'm doing it. Right now. Everything I ask for.

Ambition? Personal goals you strive towards? Basic hygiene? Your own hobbies?

I'm pretty much asking for God, huh?

My ambition. Grow my social network. Travel the world with these people I meet. Am I working towards. That? Huh. I wonder 🤔

Learning languages. Starting with Spanish. Working on Japanese on the side with a 4th when I finish

Oh. Hmmm. My friend tells me my approach tends to intimidate. And you know in hindsight a few people have told me that. And it makes me laugh. Cause that's like. Mostly just an online thing. Small babies feel comfortable approaching me. Are you telling me you have less stomach than an infant child? And the elderly. Elderly love grabbing onto me 😅. Oh man. The other day someone told me my smile was radiant. Y'ALL BETTER STOP 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I just. I don't come online because I'm alone and sad and miserable and just need any old fucking person to make the ouchie stop. I come because my current friends don't inspire me. If I need something that demands nothing of my character of my identity. That doesn't push me forward as a person? I got that in spades. It's there. I just need only claim it. And I don't want to. I don't need to. It's like. Empty carbs, but I want nutrients. I want your social nutrients in my body. I'm so wrong for having allowed this to go on as long as it has. But. I did that.

Anyway I'm home now. So my interest in writing this. Right out the window.

EDIT: Bruh. OK. Let me say this. Guys. When you message me. you're almost always fucking lame. But nowhere in THIS POST do I say " women only" anyone can message me. Your grandma. Your Gilfma. Your Mom. You. Your lesbian sister. Your brother. You. They. Them. Thou. Whoever. If they want to. and if I want to reply. I will.