jennings rampage

Why is it so hard to remember my Zoloft?

December 19th, 2003 | by Scott Jennings |

As I was wandering through the Wal-Mart Supercenter after lunch today killing time and buying sweatpants and Sharpies, I found myself thinking about exactly how fragile my ego is, and how much care and feeding it requires. Am I really the type who needs as much validation as I ask for? Why do I take compliments so poorly? Why am I so paranoid, why do I have so many friends but so few people I trust? Why do I make myself vulnerable to so few people, let practically no one see who I actually am, force people to find me through my obstinence and my arrogance and my bluntness, and end up lonely and isolated? This is some heavy shit to be thinking about while sorting through the $8.88 DVD bin, so I stopped. And then, moments ago, this happened:

jesster699: I’ve decided I relaly like you
jesster699: *really
AdmSkot47: ok. thanks for the update.
jesster699: you are welcome
jesster699: people should know when they are liked
jesster699: it’s one of those things
jesster699: You are a funny guy with a sense of humor I appreciate
AdmSkot47: i agree. i thought our manly hugs cemented our bond, but sure, we can talk about it.
jesster699: so… there
AdmSkot47: is this "i’m a woman day" or something?
jesster699: see
jesster699: I appreciated that
jesster699: because I was thinking the same thing
AdmSkot47: dude, if you were looking to get quoted in my blog, then mission accomplished.
jesster699: um… no
AdmSkot47: well, too late, this is way too fucked up to not share.