In the spirit of being candid and continuously faced with the flaws of the human mind. I almost just threw a fit because the pizza (that I did not pay for and wasn’t even if it was the one I wanted) had the wrong toppings. I’ve had fucking frog venom packed into burn holes a month ago, had puke in my eyeballs a week ago. And I’m over here being a fucking pussy about a supreme pizza. I cannot stress this enough, it was all internal I did NOT make a fool of myself lmao. But! I got to a point where it felt like the night was over. The events had taken place already. The whole night was ruined. Then a moment of humiliation presented itself. Feel it now or later. I chose now. And I’m gonna eat that fucking pizza. I left potluck early for family dinner and god damnit I’m gonna eat family dinner.