Person: "Do you know what this is?"

Me "Mmm."

Person: "OK, do you know what that is? What about this?"

Me: "Mmm."

Person: "OK, so you know how to read a tape measure. Did you learn it by selling marijuana or on your own?"

....





Effing... I'm not....
*sigh*
I'm not a drug dealer, jeez. I can't tell if most of the people that say stuff like this are playing or not.
But the inflection and anticipation in their voice leads me to believe they weren't.
I don't even, nor have I ever taken drugs. I don't drink. I don't smoke.
I don't shoot up anything. I don't take pills. I don't even like taking medicine.

I have drunken (drank?) alcohol before. I don't like the taste. Just the smell of liquor or wine almost instantly gives me a headache and makes me want to throw up. The one time someone got me drunk, it was hard to tell anyway.
So I guess technically that's a drug...
I'm about the same, minus the sudden need to bite on things like a dog, and the wobbling back and forth as though I'm going to pass out. Something that I've been doing for several months now. Including now...
(I'm so tired...)





Some people will say: "Well, maybe if you change up your style--"
To what? How many more times? I've done that before. Too many times before. Nothing is ever good enough.
When I dress up, it's a problem. When I'm at work wearing my work clothes, it's a problem. I change between every work outfit I had, and they were all somehow a problem.
When I tried to be more of myself, and I finally gathered the courage to do it, I got gay bashed, openly. Luckily it was verbal and not physical, otherwise I might have died, but the fact that it happened....




Aw, screw it. I'm going to bed.