I bet it’s more exhausting to be Kevin than it is to be me.
Problem is,
I like drugs.
He likes alcohol and marijuana.
Both are catalysts for obnoxious conversations.
He does this thing around people, he’ll just talk over everyone. And when he gets a point out ,he doesn’t stop ,he compounds it into spiels.
Obnoxious.
He doesn’t do that one-on-one.
You can actually have a conversation, but around other people?
It becomes the Kevin show.
Like anybody gives a fuck what you think.
Like anyone is hanging on the edge of their seat, anyone is on needles and pens.
I’m aware of it.
I keep going just to irritate.
He means it.
Thinks that his expressions matter, like his thoughts have value.
I do it just to be doing it.
He’s actually trying to convince.
A bummer.
Self-awareness and all that.
There is intellect in there,, whatever.
You have to swim past a lake of soup to get there.
Bogart the conversation.
Take it over and make it about you.
I don’t think that’s the right way.
(unless you have a microphone in your hand and the power of edit)
Yeah .
Entertainment
That is a very large word.
Entertain yourself to death.
As a music person, you notice music people acting like they worship the audience, like they are so grateful for the ear and the money.
But secretly, underneath all that,,,
They despise them.
They hate their audience.
soooo
Just for fun, I’ll go the other way.
I’ll straight up mock anyone that gives an ear.
Because I don’t play for you…
Asshole.
Everything in this god damn motherfucking life isn’t about you..
Fucking narcissist
dawn 