Dashing

I have been door dashing to bring in money so I don’t have to work with people. I honestly think about what others think of my choices, and fuck them. I now know I can literally do anything, yet in the end I burn out and get bored. I find issues and get the hell out. That’s my toxic life trait. Otherwise, there really isn’t anything anyone can do that I can not, until the burn out.

I have become almost addicted to dashing. I love being alone, making my own pay and decisions. It is so freeing to me. Every single day is different. Every single day I choose everything. I do not have to be fake, mask or someone I am not to please oher workers around me. I plug into my music, ear buds equipped, I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to. There is no pressure to please, just the pleasure to please.

I wait at restaurants and watch the staff annoyed, unhelpful, and rude all because they have to do their job because you showed up. That was my working life, too. Why? I hate living that way, I am happy with what I’m doing right now, so fuck all that nonsense and don’t take it out on me, yo!

So, fuck you for your negative thoughts and words on my decisions to make my life better. Am I losing money. Fuck yes I am, but I gained so much sanity back. So much calm. It’s been comforting.

So FUCK OFF, IDC! Do you baby.

krz