It's like a fucking kaleidoscope up in this bitch.

Drug from the basement of my drafts...

Technically, I say technically too much; anyway, this post was written originally like, probably a year ago. And I never said I couldn't use old shit 🤣🤣🤣🤣😈😈😈

So without further ado, please enjoy a lovely little story about colors.

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So I just love really like joyful bright people whose energy is just like a vibrant color. Whether it's a teal a hot pink, or a fuchsia Violet, I don't think that's a real color, but it is in my head.

But like anything like that, they're just upbeat, and some of them are probably putting on an act, but most of them aren't. I can tell just from their whole energy that it's genuine for them to feel that way.

Caveat, yes most of them are usually High because, well, these people I'm often interacting with that make me so happy are budtenders.

And it's not because they're giving me weed, which duh, I love that, and if anyone wants to try to come at me for this, just think about all y'all with relationships with your bartenders’. Same thing, anyway they're just such genuine positive people and they always are interested in me and they want to learn from you and we want to learn from them and just like they're just nice and they're just fun and they're just so sweet and cute and it just makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside

And I just love those interactions as a weird introvert extrovert hybrid person, those interactions are my favorite. Why? Because they fill me up so quickly in a short amount of time, and it lasts so long. My little bubbly energy bucket is filled right up to the brim and doesn't have a large leak in it; it only has a tiny little crack that'll take centuries to dissipate or crack, whatever you want to fucking call it.

But, like, they're just so good for me, for my soul, my emotional health, and my whole point with everything that I write about is to just normalize everything. We just need to fucking normalize everything because guess what? Nothing is normal, we have to create the normal scene, we have to normalize the shit, so I'm normalizing friendships with your blood tenders at your dispensary.

Like also normalizing that not everyone wants large social gatherings all the fucking time. A lot of those fucking drain me, and for a long time, it made me think that maybe I wasn't an extrovert, but an introvert. But no I'm just an extrovert who prefers quiet spaces.

I go into the fucking library, and there are hundreds of people around me, and I don't feel overwhelmed at all. I feel at peace; I feel safe,e because it's quiet and serene. I could go to a yoga convention, and there could be 300 of us there, and I would be just fine. So, I ain't don't necessarily need to be doing all of the talking; I enjoy small intimate conversations, and to me, it's impossible to try to talk to everybody all at once.

You know how when you're at someone's house, and you can sit and have like a little conversation with this person and a little conversation with that person? I do enjoy those, but I also struggle with those socially because I often feel like I'm not doing them right or that I might upset the person, and that's why they're leaving.

You know, just stupid shit like my social anxiety brain thinks.

Ok. Byeeeeee

Taylor Cecelia Brook