I think you’re great. You know this by my lack of telling you otherwise. But at this current point in time I don’t want to hang out with you…
It’s nothing Personal. I just don’t want to “hang out”…
I’m sure you’re super awesome to hang out with. If you weren’t I would just tell you that and personalize it with constructive criticism on why you suck instead of say I don’t want to hang out in general.
It’s not that I don’t want to hang out with *you*, it’s that I don’t want to hang out with anyone.
It’s not you. It’s me. Really. When other people say that, obviously it’s a lie, but for me it’s totally true. I’m going through a phase. Hopefully at least. This could just be my new normal for all I know. I’m gonna try to make it not but who knows. I’m just so busy with so many things that have bottle-necked over the months and with so much more looking ahead that needs to be done by the end of the year – I absolutely under no circumstances can just “hang out”. With anyone. There’s no way. and I don’t plan the rest of the year to be any different.
Sorry bruh, but you’re gonna have to bear with me on this or peace out from my periphery cuz there’s really no way around it. I need an excuse for absolutely every interaction lately. If you lurve me, you’ll help me out with my nerosis and make such an excuse. That’s all that’s needed. It’s not like I don’t still see friends and do socially amusing things with them or swim in my pool or consume meals with other people or watch cartoons or eat ice cream in my hot tub or other things that aren’t productive work-advancements – but there’s a formula to these things… They are either designated downtimes or they’re post-work wind-downs with the people who did the work with me.
So right now… at this point… if you wanna hang, we totally can… give me an excuse by advancing something productive. It’ll be fun. and maybe afterward we’ll do what you kids refer to as the hangouts or whatever. But I really need to be pushing forward at all hours of the day and night.
I don’t expect you to understand because of the limitations of your mortal brains and all. I just ask you to believe. I’m really not bull-spitting you: I can’t, won’t, and do not want to “hang out”. Not on a train, not on a plane, not in a house, not with a mouse. I love mice in trains and houses or whatever the hell I just said in that mangled Dr Seuss reference that totally wasn’t even amusing enough for the effort, but I need a way to cycle that into something workish related in order to calm my paranoid brain and actually enjoy myself. Otherwise there is just no way.
I can’t hang out because I am a maniac obsessed with getting things done and I’m at a stage where the things I’m working on getting done require more manpower and I’m the only competent human enough to handle it. Thus no hangouts unless its a wrap party, drinks or dinner before or after an outing, or just at least something stupid that I can get good footage or pictures or something out of.
Help me help you help us hang out and just give Papi a reason.
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