b: so, showering and hygiene in general is really more of nuisance then it’s worth.
me: SEE. I TOLD YOU.
b: you should write a book. you are so full of worldly wisdom.
me: i know this.
typically b isn’t this nice to me. so i felt warm and fuzzy inside. but for like one fucking minute because then it felt like a trap.
like he was setting me up.
which he probably was.
he was probably slyly accusing me of being a dirty fucking hippie because i don’t like to shower. which is fine. because that’s also why i love camping. no one judges you when you don’t shower because you’re “roughing it.”
look at me and lincoln “roughing it:”
back to the task at hand. i’m pretty sure b was just mind fucking me by back-handedly complimenting me with a masked insult that contained insinuations that i don’t shower (which i totally wouldn’t if it were more socially acceptable).
i’m having mini cucumber sandwiches for lunch.