YES WE ALREADY KNOW THAT I HAVE A LOT OF FAULTS SUE ME

Shawn Berman

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in a world where the goodyear blimp is the official bird of redondo beach, california 

and slugs having four noses is considered completely normal,

i still don’t understand how anyone can have the guts to french kiss another

living

breathing

being

without even thinking twice about the potential consequences.

it’s not that i don’t have the confidence

no—

it’s quite the opposite.

it’s just that there are literally billions and jillions of bacteria in your mouth that begin colonizing at birth and there’s no way to prevent it no matter how hard you try.

but whatever

i know i can be irrational or a lil’ bit of a hypochondriac about things

and i guess it’s a fear that i gotta get over on my own

and learn that not everything in this world is trying to hurt me,

like that time

we saw halloween on opening night in a packed theater and a guy dressed up in a michael myers costume sat down behind us,

fake knife and all.

til this day

whenever i bring it up

you get so mad that i ran outta that room,

claiming how unchivalrous it was to leave you behind with a potential serial killer.

tbh

i feel like

all rules get thrown out the window

when a deranged psychopath shows up,

especially since basically everyone in the world can kick my butt without even trying.

oh well.

we can’t all be perfect, 

i guess :(

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I’VE NEVER MET A FRENCH FRY I DIDN’T LIKE BUT I CAN’T SAY THE SAME ABOUT YOU

lately when i’m bored

i like to randomly facetime old friends

that i haven’t seen in years

and ask them to rank their favorite foods, like french fries.

i tell them not to think

to just blurt out their top 4 that come to mind

and that no answers are wrong, of course.

but then

idk

bob

will hit me with something like

sweet potatoes are the best

and i’ll immediately hang up because

what psychopath would ever put sweet potatoes first

when waffle fries

hell

even curly were

right there

just begging to be picked?!

that’s when i know

that me and said friend aren’t as close as we used to be

and that’s ok

because stuff like that happens as you get older

and over time people begin to change

and there’s kinda nothing you can do about it

besides cut your losses

and move on with your life, ya know?

kinda like three years ago

when you decided we weren’t a good fit for each other anymore

because i refused to acknowledge that there’s more pokémon than the original 151

even though it’s a widely accepted fact amongst pokémon purists.

if we’re being honest with each other,

i’m not gonna apologize

for something i believe in.

that’s what i call growth

with a capital g,

babe.

you should try it some time.

Shawn Berman runs The Daily Drunk. Some of his work has appeared in Hobart, Maudlin House, and Drunk Monkeys. @sbb_writer.

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