i hate my fucking mind, dammit! i hate that whether or not i can make conversation changes from hour to hour! i hate that i get nervous, even in situations that i have to reason to be. i hate that other people around me act in the way i do that i hate (no interesting things/mindless chatter) constantly and are ignorant of the joy of being alert enough to play a conversation like a fiddle. but most of all, i hate that no matter how much of a friend/romantic i am to a girl for months on end she wont think of me sexually (only when im seriously interested, too), but she'll fuck john q. douchebag after a pickup line and four sentences of flirting. to add to all that, i once ate thirty arby melts in fifteen minutes, and i hated the tummy ache.