Give me Everything

Starbucks Girl: We’re out of regular bagels, do you want asiago or do you want Everything?

Me: Give Me Everything. 

I can’t be a regular at any cafe or eatery. I can’t go into a place where people know me. I’m self-conscious. Everyone is self-conscious, but Me extremely so. I suspect this makes me a very exhausting person to be around. If you haven’t yet noticed, all my writing sound like this: me me me me me me me me me me me me me me ME!!! it’s like the sound of a guy sleeping in an old cartoon. memememememe… memememememe…