Oh. You mean I’m NOT a complete fuckup?

This week I’ve had a friend reassure me that I’m really NOT complete shit at adulthood, and tell me that the guy I’m seeing is “not bright or funny enough to keep up” with me.

After a week of feeling like I’m going to collapse any minute into a hormonal pile of exhausted ineptitude, wearing a stupid interview suit that makes me feel like a child playing dressup in my mom’s clothes, and feeling like I’ll never find my way out of all the shit that’s going on right now… I kind of needed to hear that.

Also, just generally, I tend to feel like Joey Tribbiani that time he bought the encyclopedia.

Tell someone you love that they’re awesome. Y’all are. Just so you know.