Nameless

Everyone tells me I have bad taste in everything.

Bad taste in fashion. Don’t look at my clothes right now, you can do that later…I look like a caveman spat me out of his mouth.

Bad taste in love, if an attractive tween is walking down the road with her grandma, I’d go for the grandma in a heartbeat…

I just naturally believe older people have more to offer than people my age. For example, bedtime stories from grandma Sally are historical and full of blood.

On the other hand, Jennifer’s stories are made up. The ones that are real, she ran into them through Facebook and Reddit arguments.

Bad taste in entertainment. I don’t care what you think, but I don’t get sleep at night thinking…“When will Dora the Explorer and that Diego realise they are just the same, and get married?”

I’m aged twenty three, by the way.

Bad life choices. I once thought of majoring sex therapy in college because I thought sex therapy meant undressing a woman with questions about sex. Normal doctors undress their patients, so you understand where I’m coming from…

I’m not disturbed by what people say about me, I’m just disturbed by what someone else said…that I have bad taste in underwear brands.

People are usually clear when they tell me what I suck at, but this just got me confused. The words were supposed to point a horrible specific area in my life, because the original point of the words was to show me what I suck at.

Instead I ended up thinking, “I was thinking, okay, which underwear brands are bad? If there are awful underwear brands, what about those who put on underwear without even a letter printed on it?”

I mean, I have nameless underwear too.