No Hummus at Aldi

I had weird sex dreams about someone I hated. The crust in my eyes was overwhelming. My bank account was negligible. The erection I had was full tilt.  My stiffy was baffling knowing that it was engendered by someone I had complete disdain for.

No booze in 10 days. That was a first. It started off when I yelled at my Dad, who throughout my entire life has been aloof and selfish. I still felt guilty.

Walk those ten paces. Turn on CBS. Wonder what the President will say. Laugh a bit. Cry a bit. Jerk off. Wonder when it will be ok again,

I really don't know. Put on my used and abused Nike gym shorts and read the latest echo chamber on Reddit. 

ORANGE MAN BAD

I chuckle a bit at the hypocrisy and stub my toe on an errant baseboard in my apartment. 

Yes I still have a job.

The last relationship I had ended really badly.  We met in the midst of me losing my previous job. I did not tell her because I was a f*****g coward. I thought the sex would make up for it but I was entirely too stressed at the time and could not perform. She was also severely balding  which was a huge turnoff and made it worse.

Never had that problem before. I guess I get bored of things quite easily.

So here I am in my apartment alone staring at these four walls. I fantasize about black girls and being in my early twenties. I wish I had a do over. 

I call my dad, we briefly talk but it is clear to me at this point that he does not really have any interest in what I have to say or how I am feeling. While drinking a cup of coffee I I cut my wrist open a bit. I watch the red drops form on my pillow.

The empty beer bottles are a constant reminder of my failure

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[S.A.S. Reverand]

Hey,

This’ll be pretty brief - obviously the story is pretty brief. I don’t know if it was intended, but you captured a textbook narcissist pretty well. Like a snapshot into the mind. Zero true empathy, feeling low about himself, calling his dad and hanging up when pops refuses to address his problems. I still feel for the dude - even narcissism isn’t really the fault of a narcissist, but that guy is kind of a dick with a pretty glaring lack of self-awareness. If that’s what you were going for, bravo! If not, bravo!

The pace was pretty good, too. Got the feeling of boredom, depression, self-loathing, and loneliness in the slow sentence structure. Not bad stuff, for what it’s worth.