The only thing I can control is my surrender

The problem with dinner parties and being alive

Speaking of things, I really want people to like me. I know I’m not supposed to worry about those things, but I do. I see a person and my brain instantly goes, What can I do to make myself look like the coolest human this person picking up their dog’s poop has ever seen? My body answers with a sudden nonchalant air transpiring through every single one o…