Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

I don't really understand most people at all, and don't bond with anyone other than on a superficial level.

I'm probably a sociopath.
 
A classical romantic buried under a deep layer of cynicism and sarcasm
 
I don’t do well during this time of year. My emotions are in overdrive.
 
I steal from the doctors office every time I’m left in the exam room alone. You never know when you’ll need a 9in culture swab, a handful of tongue blades, latex free gloves, sterile gauze or an entire box of Elmo themed bandaids.
 
I steal from the doctors office every time I’m left in the exam room alone. You never know when you’ll need a 9in culture swab, a handful of tongue blades, latex free gloves, sterile gauze or an entire box of Elmo themed bandaids.

I knew we were soul sisters. I could open an urgent care clinic with my stash of supplies.

Also, I've been married for years and have my birth control situation under control. So why do I feel compelled to grab a handful of the condoms that they leave in the restrooms at my doctor's office every time I go there?
 
^because it feels naughty :cool:

I hoard medication in case of a zombie apocalypse.
 
I knew we were soul sisters. I could open an urgent care clinic with my stash of supplies.

Also, I've been married for years and have my birth control situation under control. So why do I feel compelled to grab a handful of the condoms that they leave in the restrooms at my doctor's office every time I go there?

^because it feels naughty :cool:

I hoard medication in case of a zombie apocalypse.

Even more ridiculous...I’m in a hospital setting every fucking day. I could sit down, admin my own IV if fluids and no one would give a shit, but cannot keep my hands out of the doctor’s exam stash? Like, what in the double fuck is wrong with me?

T, same. I never throw out meds. Ever.
 
I go to the movies alone sometimes. One time I was the only one there, so I decided to masturbate in the middle of the theater.
 
^because it feels naughty :cool:

I hoard medication in case of a zombie apocalypse.
You have the meds, I'll bring the applesauce and salsa that I have canned and stored in my basement. :D

Even more ridiculous...I’m in a hospital setting every fucking day. I could sit down, admin my own IV if fluids and no one would give a shit, but cannot keep my hands out of the doctor’s exam stash? Like, what in the double fuck is wrong with me?

T, same. I never throw out meds. Ever.
The latex gloves come in handy. Just sayin'. ;)
 
Even more ridiculous...I’m in a hospital setting every fucking day. I could sit down, admin my own IV if fluids and no one would give a shit, but cannot keep my hands out of the doctor’s exam stash? Like, what in the double fuck is wrong with me?

T, same. I never throw out meds. Ever.

You are simply a smart girl who may need to perform DIY home surgery one day. I get it.

I have at least five bottles of bubble gum pink shit liquid kiddie amoxicillin with one dose left in my fridge. I’ll move before I throw them out.

You have the meds, I'll bring the applesauce and salsa that I have canned and stored in my basement. :D

The latex gloves come in handy. Just sayin'. ;)

Applesauce and salsa. Hoarded meds and hot doc’s exam supplies. I think we have the makings of a fetish party here.

Latex-free.
Pay attention.
;)

Or else....... what?! Detention? Demerits? Rap us with a ruler?
 
I have a very big head.

Not the metaphorical, inflated sense of self.

Okay, I do have that, but I meant literally.
A large cranium.

It can make finding a hat that fits tough.
 
The time is getting closer for me to go to this transgender conference I've been so excited about, and the anxiety is creeping in.

As in; am I going to simply have a good time, lots of laughs and make some new friends with commonalities, or an I going to have my life changed and discover things I'm not ready to acknowledge?

I overanalyze. A little.
I guess what I'm getting at, is I'm so busy trying to find the pitfall in a situation ahead of time, I talk myself out of most things before experiencing them. Call it pessimism or caution; I dunno.
 
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