I'm Awkward Now...

Or some facsimile of it (which is a phrase that makes no sense as a facsimile seems to be defined as an exact copy according to dictionary.com). Well apparently it's no longer awkward as long as we can bury it. Which is fine with the intellectual me, but apparently the emotional me has trouble getting over things. In case one ever wonders why I'm so emotionally neutral when you intereact with me, this is why, emotional me isn't qualified to run my life, and I think it gets me into more trouble than its worth. I sometimes fear that I will end up repressing emotional me so far that I'll become some kind of empty, workaholic, android. I'll just stand around with lights in my head and arm flailing yelling "DANGER, DANGER" at opportune times. ... Lost in space, you do know Lost in space right? Anyway, I sometimes see intellectual me as the good kid that's going somewhere in life, and emotional me as being that other one that you have to keep. Emotional me better start being useful, because it's a pain in the ass. I guess this explains why I don't really keep in touch with my friends much. I tend to ignore the part of me that wants to connect to the people who are important to me, and opt for productivity instead. Sorry, take that as you will. However, I'm often open to hearing from friends. Ah, damnit it... I just made another point. I'm sorry, it keeps haapening. Here, here's some art to make up for it.

MOOD
indifferent: (possibly androidic. yes, I did just make up a word, so sue me).



(Seriously, don't sue me I'm broke, that's not cool).