Day 30: The Black Hole Matter People

The dynamics are sure to change when your unemployed. The "freakier" people (I don't subscribe to social norms so I really don't know what that means) start to gravitate toward you, the more boring working stiffs gravitate away from you like your going to poison their food if you go out to dinner together (not going to poison them, but probably expect them to pick up the tab because that's what I did for them when they popped out their 3rd kid and didn't know where their next meal was coming from. I guess good condoms ARE expensive...). The people you used to work with act like you've contracted some highly contagious disease and will kill them via text message or email. Well, so it seems that way anyway. Is it because you no longer know what day it is? Is it because you constantly express your believe in an utopia-like society and have commie mints in your purse? Is it because you put peanut butter on everything including your bacon cheeseburger? It's hard to tell.

I think some people are afraid. Afraid of the unemployed person around them spiraling out of control and emitting this black hole-type phenomenon that sucks everything in around them. Then there are others that are like the matter supporting the black hole (ha, real friends, if you like your black hole being supported). I'm obviously no astro-physicist-rocket-scientist so shhhh. I just want to say I like these black hole matter people.

Ask yourself who your friends are. Who are your black hole matter people because in the end, they will be the ones that save you/make you. Facade is just that; a facade. There is no point keeping one up when your unemployed. They are useless and you likely don't have a nice car to show off, anyway. EDITED

BHMPs don't tell you to stop shooting shredded lettuce out your nose. They don't tell you to stop yelling out the car window while you profess your love for squirrels. Or traffic lights. They tell you that you look hot even when you've just stuck your head in a blender. They tell you your ass is tiny even if it no longer fits in your pants. They tell you that you can be a rocket scientist even if you can't figure out a simple grade 1 math problem. Most of all, BHMPs tell you your epiphanies and dreams are realistic and that you have every chance at that brain surgeon position. Thanks BHMPs. And my mom. I love my mom.