I've never had a deck with a natural colored top veneer and I wish I did 'cause black grip looks so good with it.
I get way too attached to any decent looking woman who is nice to me. It's psychotic. I just spend all day having imaginary conversations that I'd like to have with them, but basically never hit their lines. And it's weird because it's always an exclusively platonic attraction. I never think about hooking up with them or doing some date night shit. I just wanna hang with them and then bum myself out because I'm not, even though I know I don't try. It's a frustrating yet silly cycle. I hate it.
I'm so used to being and doing everything alone I don't think I could ever be in a serious long-term relationship. The best I really hope for is being someone's side man 'cause it all seems far too exhausting.
I always get bummed when my one and only friend and I go to the club because when he gets hit on, he's always able to converse well with the person, get their number or insta or something, but when people hit on me I just panic internally, shout THANKS and then get away from them as quickly as possible - even though I know deep down I want to at least interact with that person. And no amount of alcohol has been able to alleviate this. The closest was when I was black out drunk and told a woman to spit in my mouth and peg me. But she didn't hit on me at all. I just said that shit to my friend's friend who turns out is a lesbian anyway. It was foolish and I kinda wish my friend didn't tell me I did that.
At a restaurant I used to work at I was always scheduled to bus with this one woman who spent well over half the day outside smoking. I'd be frustrated by her absence so when she was nowhere to be found and servers were tipping me out, they'd give me her portion to give to her later. I never would.
I'm convinced my mom euthanized my grandma. Granny was deep into dementia at this point. She couldn't talk, couldn't feed herself. Just a total shell of a person drooling and shitting herself all day. My sister and I were visiting from college that weekend and after dinner we're posted up on the couch watching TV when my mom is just acting weird and announcing all the care she's going to give for granny. We're just like - okay? You do this stuff everyday. It's difficult to detail, but her behavior was just wicked off for what had become daily routines. A bit later that night, after my mom announces that she's gonna check on granny, she finds her dead. It was certainly for the better, but I've never mentioned a word about these thoughts to my sister.
I had a roommate that really annoyed me. He had numerous magazine subscriptions, but literally never checked the mail. I straight up binned dozens of magazines that he was paying for. He didn't seem to notice though. Or at least never said something to me about it.