I’m scared that people would lie to me or are lying to me. Compliments like “you’re so pretty” or “I love you” make me uncomfortable because I always think these are just made up things to make me feel better or because people feel obliged to tell me that for whatever reason.
so tonight my philosophy professor had these nasty bruises all over her arms and she stopped mid-lecture to say “sorry you guys have to look at my bruised-up body, my friend brought a stripper pole over for thanksgiving and that shit is not easy. tip your strippers. tip your strippers well” and then immediately kept talking about philosophy