the stripper loves me, and the record store guy respects my taste, and the barista is genuinely interested in my morning, and the tattoo artist thinks i can sit really well,
Not sure how to articulate this exactly but there’s a certain tendency with some people where they won’t speak about anything substantive when you talk to them, and the conversation is entirely like a perpetual “bit”. I don’t know how to relate in that way it’s so exhausting.
do u think a really upset king was ever pouting on his throne when he heard the jingle jingle of his jester running towards him and cracked a lil smile cause he knew everything was gonna be alright