Leah’s 50th party came and went. I was too stoned on weed. Vaped six times and smoked once with kief.
Either Zayas only knew me, or he was entrusted to “babysit” me as I was to “babysit” John. I’ll explain in another post where I’m not typing on a phone.
He noted someone was wearing a Joy Division shirt. “I could never get into them. Never moved me.”
Zayas goes on how he thinks their music is sad. I respond, “Well, it’s sad for normal people. It’s pithy to depressed folks.”
Look at me, I’m gatekeeping for depression and being an ass to a friend. He said I blew his mind, but I doubt it.
He did mention Joy Division’s singer did commit suicide, to which I said, “It’s because he loved himself. He didn’t want to suffer anymore. People like me don’t kill themselves because they deserve this pain and punishment.”