I never realized until I got older how little tolerance I have for the nonsense. I don’t just have intolerant tendencies to things that most people deem a tad bit irritating or slightly butt scathing. For me, it’s the opposite. My brain cells’ (both) radar will focus in on the
So I have this pesky, quirky, teeny, tiny, microscopic little personality glitch. Just one? Hardly. But, we the jury are here today to focus on only one of my supersonic setbacks. Looking back and connecting the dots, I do vaguely remember being like this ever since I was a fetus.
Look. I’m NOT a tweeter. Depending on what you call your private regions, I might have a tweeter, but I definitely am not one. I Facebook, I iphone, I iPad, I scroll, scour, and peruse my Apple products. I Facebook and I-everything. But, I’m not the best tweeter. I am
I would like to RSVP myself as a big fat no to the upcoming Hypeorlando launch party. And here’s why: I was always shy. As far back as I can remember, I have always had social issues. I was never comfortable in a social setting that was comprised of more