In my quest to be social and make friends I have learned a few things. I will eventually creep most of my peers out. Very few people will share my taste in movies or music. Everyone has social anxiety. Everyone is really really sad inside. No one knows how to socialize without binge drinking. I don’t know how to read social cues, this makes me seem really weird. When someone reaches out for a high five I will stare at them in confusion and awkwardly stroke their hand because I think its a handshake. I have bitch face. I don’t return phone calls and it hurts people’s feelings. Most people are really nice but plagued with insecurities. Guys immediately think of me as their little sister. Their girlfriends immediately think of me as an evil harpy and want to wear my skin as a trophy. Women who don’t want to kill me are only capable of initiating conversation about diets and shopping. Everyone takes adderall. No one sees a therapist. I get along best with the creepy social pariahs at the back of the bar that I am supposed to avoid. Women can’t pee alone and I don’t understand why I have to go to the bathroom with them. Bars smell bad. No one wants to be alone. Everyone feels alone. This is what I have learned.
these daddy blogs be thirsty for anything, you could post broccoli and someone will write a long ass paragraph like “this tight little piece of vegetable slut is obviously desperate for daddys hard thick cock pumping into all her holes”