My brain doesn't work at all the way that everyone's seem to work.
It's disappointing and when I try to hang out with people who can't live life without quips, I feel as though I've grown past them. My mind is no longer in that realm of needing things to help me deal. Weed and alcohol and cigarettes are no longer what I need. People are no longer what I need. I would be much more suited to a life without "earthly pleasures". I feel as a monk might feel.
