I’ve recently had the realization that it is highly to very likely that I will never be good enough.
Pretend I don’t miss hard alcohol and bad decisions and people who made me chase them.
Absolutely, positively, never.
And as I anticipated, it feels just so awesome. I can feel myself becoming a snob over absolutely nothing, and looking down on PC users in the coffee shop around me like plebeians rubbing some rocks together to send spark signals to each other.
To this day, I can’t remember the name of the girl who drove us, which is unfortunate because after ten minutes of us driving, I began to vomit all over the interior of her car. Being a near stranger, she started to get really pissed and scream, “OMFG, MY CAR! MY CAR IS RUINED!”