People tend to be mystified when I seem to remember them, or when I approach them as I'm this wonderful standing example of awesome and they are just an average joe. I tell people.
There are not very many people in my life.
If you're local, I might pay special attention to you because you're local, and I don't have enough local friends.
Me? On more than one occasion, have shown a socially awkward side, sometimes waaay too publically. Some people call me hopeless, useless, worthless. It's harsh.
Me and my 3000+ watchers? That's just people who took some interest in my art and they are not involved any more deeply with personal life at all. In terms of actual friends, they are only a handful.
Maybe I come across as being a person of some elevated existence, but if I made friends with only people who are supposedly of equal amounts of awesome-sauce points, I probably wouldn't have any friends at all.
No idea why I am being rambly. It happens on occasions since I'm gonna get these moments of anxiety and overthinking while my life situation only improves so quickly.
I was at an event at Seattle's Chinatown. Local restaurants (usually Asian) are offering $2 sampler deals and if you sample from five restaurants, you are eligible for a prize that maybe we probably won't get, but it's fun anyways. People thought I was silly when I suggested that we go to a pizza place. I told them
"You know, we go to an event like this to try out exotic foods. So, I want to go to a pizza place!"
And people make that million-dollar reaction because I happen to be Chinese. To be fair, that pizza place located in the middle of Chinatown made more of a European-style pizza and not pizzas you would expect out of a Dominoes.
Listening to: Tycho
Watching: Anti-marijuana cartoons
Eating: European-style pizza
Drinking: Chrysanthemum tea