People like you a lot more than you like yourself.
I think that is a universal truth for whomever speaks it. We are all weird, we are all awkward vessels of flesh with tubes for legs and balls for eyes. Our armpits are all stinky, at least some of the time. And don’t get me started on what all of us—yes, each and every one of us—does in the bathroom.
Thing of how you hold your friends; they have the best seat in the house of your heart, surrounded by the warmth of your chest cavity. And what’s that? Is that…could it be An empty seat? But who are they saving it for?
You will never know how much they want the world for you, because you are so blinded by wanting the world for them. Split the difference. Bring the world to each other, serve it up on a big platter for two. Lady and Tramp the shit out of that everything spaghetti.
Now go out there and act like there’s room in love for everyone. Pull someone’s chair out for them like the gentleperson you are. You can be kind, self-respecting, and successful at the same time.
Next Steps: Drink a glass of water, put a bar of soap in your mouth because THAT LANGUAGE YOUNG LADY, and then don’t actually do that because it’s fine. Foul language won’t end the world; something else will. Fuck yeah.