When I was in middle school, I’d get assignments and I’d always forget my books in my locker.
When I got home I had to decide if I should tell my mom again that I’m a dipshit loser and she needs to drive me back to school, or say nothing and just not do the homework. My mom thought I had a problem, like, that I was actually challenged.
Me in middle school
After all these years, mom may be right.
On Sunday night, I took the trash out and accidentally locked myself out of my apartment.
Oopsies.
I didn’t have my keys, phone, or wallet and was wearing only sweat pants and a t-shirt, no socks or shoes.
With some help from my neighbor, I ended up going to Tom’s for the night until maintenance could let me in to my place the following morning.
The cats were pissed, the lights were on all night, and the AC was blasting unnecessarily.
Will I ever be cured of the dipshit loser mistakes? I don’t know.
Me answering the phone at Stortz Tools
Had you asked me 15 years ago when I forgot my math textbook for the second time that week, I’d have said “YES! I’m only 12, that’s why I’m such a dipshit loser!“.
But here I am, a 26.99 year old dipshit loser.
You can change some things about yourself, but somethings are forever. This is one I just have to accept is here forever.
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