In breakroom:
Female coworker: Awwww! *looks at me putting on a pouty face* My skittles got stuck.
Me: Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
Her: *stares*
Other female coworker: I’ll get it... *tips machine, skittles fall*
Me (after a solid 30 seconds of silence): I was gonna get it.
Beyond that, you have to accept that you control nothing and have a limited reach for manipulating the world around you. Some things can’t be forced, most things shouldn’t, and few have the power to force them regardless.
Remember what it is you’re looking for in the short term vs. the long term.
See if they match what you need.
Then flip the bill and try to figure out what they could be looking for and honestly see if YOU fit the bill.
Most times, you’ll find that they’re not really what you’re looking for, and you’re stuck on more basic or biological reasons for liking them.
That’s how it spreads.
If you get the urge to fix random shit despite having no knowledge of how it actually works. See a hospital or drug dealer immediately.
Sounds like an adventure. Even if it did get creepy at the end.
I went to an arcade bar the other night and smashed the bar’s asteroids high score. If it doesn’t say FOX at the slot above the bar, they better hope they have insurance.
Sadly, none of the girls I was with wanted to hold my arm.
People have different amounts of attention they’re willing to devote to talking to somebody on a device.
Or maybe he’s playing the field?
Or maybe he’s easily distracted?
Well, the banana smell must be coming from your end.
And the problem with hugs is that they, by natural law, only come from people that you don’t want hugs from.