I've basically had nothing to blog about all week. Funny. I have done plenty of things, seen plenty enough to talk about, but tonight's event was worth blogging and blogging right when I got home.
So after working at the pool hall I went to M's and M's boyfriend's shooter party. I have to say that I was surprised that there wasn't anyone passed out or throwing up in the bathroom and that all her friends' were good looking and well dressed. I think her boyfriend was insulted that I thought all his friends were "boys", but I don't think he knows that I'm just about 24 and everyone else there was 19 turning 20. Which when it comes to guys, is a big difference. I'd have to say that I know guys my age that I wouldn't yet consider a man yet either. It's not insult, its a fact. I've been to university and graduated and did the bar and party scene when I was their age, so I feel like I've been there done that, and now I'm in a different stage in my life. It wasn't an insult, it's just a plain and obvious fact.
Now that I think of it, I've had a bunch of things I said this week get taken out of context. One work related, one work related, but not on a work subject and then tonight. Although the first two were extremely frustrating. Especially the second one. I really don't feel like going there because I'm over it enough that I don't want to talk about it. I've learned my lesson that you just can't tell certain people things. You think there's a vault and there isn't. I have serious trust issues. To the point that I call people spies. Although some people really are spies and my suspicions are correct.
I thought I would say more about the shooter party, but I'm not. Although this guy there said some very quotable and hilarious things. He rubbed me the wrong way in the beginning, but I've completely changed my mind about him. All I can think about is whether all 19/20 year old boys are all like this, or just these ones. I just can't remember. Although guys never really grow up or mature. My friend K is almost 40 and he says he finally feels like he's 30 years old now. But just 30, not almost 40. His life is a bit rough now, and I'm feeling kind of sorry for him. I was wondering why he was texting me three days in a row and now I know. And all I want to say is that its never going to happen. Don't dream on it because it's never going to change. I want to date an adult, not an adult boy.
I was thinking about how not awesome it would be if you never put your arms down. And then I made the mental connecting with the man who never laid down and always slept standing up for years. If he finally did lay down, he would die. I can't remember why, but I'm sure it can be searched online.
I was in a new area of the city tonight and I was blown away by the whole thing. For one, I didn't think the city was even developed on the side of the river. I just thought that after Attridge there wasn't anything. I then took some road that went to the psychiatric centre and then continued down the road which was leading nowhere. I then had horror thoughts that I was going to get attacked or pulled over. I then thought that when I was trying to turn around by doing a 3 point turn, that someone big and strong would push my car into the ditch that lead to the river and that I would die because no one would find me, because no one goes out there.
I'm totally tired and I'm sure all my thoughts are disconnected like some terrible essay I've wrote in the past. Although, it would pass as at least a 75 in high school, in university, it would fail if not be at exactly 50 percent, which is basically failing.
I'm awesome, but I'm going to put my arms down now.
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