When I was back in Wyo I was pleasantly surprised when my siblings started roasting the government unprompted. <3

Been stressed theeeeee fuc out! :o:

Same tbh

Waiting for inspiration is a fool's errand. It may never come and even when it does it doesn't last and then you're crushed that the feeling is gone and you're still not where you want to be.

I mean let's be honest are you essentially just waiting for a manic episode to give you high flying ideas and drunk courage?

I mean that's avoiding the question. "Drunk courage" was a metaphor.

Bat is right about the inspiration. Don't wait for it, that's useless, just start doing things even if they're bad to get the gears working and then inspiration will start to flow. And **** your bandmate, you don't need him to make music. Chop up your list of things to do into manageable pieces and go for it :)

I feel your comments about social anxiety; now that I'm single I'm trying to be a slut but my anxiety won't let me lol. My only hope is my super suave French friend who is trying to be my wingman

French people aren't suave. Have your heard how they laugh?

I generally agree, but my friend is an exception to that rule. He has a great deep voice too and a laugh to match it, and somehow he manages to make his Frenchness work in his favour