Oh, he-ey. I’m feeling a little hum-drum; kind of apathetic, a little anti-spicy. In this next chapter of “Aren’t you jealous that you can’t be me?” I will compare and contrast even more of my #FAILS involved with my infinitely annoying cerebral setback. Sigh…. Having a Short Term Memory short
So, here’s another quality to pile onto my tall list of ‘awesome.’ I know I have briefly touched on having social anxiety, and how excruciatingly vile interviews or any social situation that I am intimidated by are for me. But, please allow me to illustrate the extreme-ness of my affliction.
I’m not going to lie. When I first heard about the catastrophically hilarious phrase, “conscious uncoupling,” decided on by Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin, I shrieked with uncontrollable delight. This story was just beckoning to me to rip into and wreak havoc on all involved. Conscious uncoupling? What the….? Then,