Posted on October 29, 2017October 29, 2017 He used the word passion, which I don’t really believe in. This has made both of us miserable; and misery, I believe in. Which makes indifference seem like the better word to have used, or some strange sum of emotions that met them both halfway. | I keep my stupid job because it keeps me distracted. Or it helps me navigate the foreignness of The Social. I can only be a little bit of an asshole at my job. I have to kitten roll into a punching bag too much of the time–which is something I would be willing to take if we were paid on time, every time. Or I would know how to deal with the emos the whole punching bag thing brings about in me more effectively if the latter were the case. | Ideas for small projects: All the jobs I did not get, All the words he stumbled for, All the pictures he took on my behalf, All the pictures he took on my behalf because they were good ideas. | The next time he contacts me I will tell him he can crash here when he doesn’t feel like Metro Northing it up to his new place. He’s the only friend I have who I’d like to have over. | Learning ambivalence is a fucking treasure.