What do you call it when a pig that kills himself?
Please reblog this if its alright to come to you for advice or to just rant. Thank you.
People do seem to open up to me rather easily.
Two weeks ago I was told I would be getting a raise and today it was made official. I’m thankful for my job. I work hard to keep it and earn my wage. I don’t really know why I am even writing this, because now I feel awkward about sharing this.
Because I know
I don’t talk about my depression to get attention; trust me, I do not want attention from anyone. I talk about it, because I know I have it and it’s part of who I am. It has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s like my fingers or toes, my eyes, my receding hairline and my freckles. I talk about it, because it helps me cope. I talk about it, because so many people suffer in silence and my small contribution may help them.
I really need to do more photography of women. My portfolio is very heavily weighted towards the male sex.
I ordered more business cards today. Woo to the Moo
Awkward social situations
I find it best when anxious and in an awkward social situation to nitpick and point out the failures of your hosts and fellow guests.