What up. I'm Zak. I'm 26, and I never fuckin' learnt how to effectively communicate with others so I express myself exclusively through outdated vine references
ME: Please, I beg you, just tell me the ingredients.
RECIPE SITE: Sure!
ME: Thank you.
RECIPE SITE: After I explain WHY I love these ingredients—
ME: *Whispers* No.
RECIPE SITE: —It was a crisp, fall evening, and I, a wide-eyed college student, was studying in Rome.
Am I the only one who gets anxious walking alone in public so I forget to breathe and blink, so my eyes tear up and my breathing gets heavy and I get more anxious because now it looks like I'm crying in public?
No one? Just me? Okay...
My Particle Tech Professor:
okay guys, we're gonna stay focused today, we have a lot of work to get through
*20 minutes later*
PT Prof:
so you know what's wrong with Eskom