Today I decided to take a risk, since people (read my mother) are always telling me that I need to take more risks. So, I apply to a job at a place I really like. Now, this is a job I really don't have any hope of getting unless I ace the interview and charm the proverbial pants off of the employer, but I thought I would give it a shot anyway. Even though merely walking in a store to drop off a resumé gives me the shakes. But, god damn it, I am going to take a risk. So, I do it.
And it goes terribly. I mumble, I stutter, and generally come off like a relation of the Unabomber. And then I get outside, and I realize that I probably did the whole thing with my shirt unbuttoned in the most unsuitable of ways. This is why I don't take risks. They make me naked.
I'll post pictures of anything once I stop hiding in my room out of shame.
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