The carefree unconsidered way my bestie lives his life gives me panic attacks.

Last weekend he decided he was gonna start carying his keys on his fingers (‘finger keys!’) instead of in his pocket because why? (I don’t know why) and then lost them (a shock I know). Then got back to his house at 4am and couldn’t get in so called his MUCH MUCH more forgiving friend who came got him and found him a 24 hour Macdonalds (I would have left him there let alone foraged FOOD for him). If anyone else told me that story I’d be all ‘oh god, that’s awful!’ but with him it’s basically expected. I’m more surprised that stuff like this doesn’t happen more often.