Thursday, January 20, 2005

 

Lethargy Doesn't Rush

Well, it's already happening. The gaps between posts is getting larger and larger. But it's not as if anyone reads these. I could hold conversations with myself but it wouldn't help my typing skills as much.




Maybe someone will come across this in a random web search.

Saturday, January 08, 2005

 

All aboard.....!

It's Saturday night, I'm making a blog entry. That should tell you what kind of social beast I am. Maybe I "don't feel comfortable around people". Maybe I think that "Pinesol is damn good cologne". For what ever reason, I'm here and typing an entry while other people are drinking, dating, and some are even socializing in ways that I don't find exciting.
Don't get me wrong, who doesn't love the sensation of getting hoarse while yelling a conversation in loud smokey bar?

Saturday, January 01, 2005

 

New Year! Same Crap.

Well, the dial turned over on another year. Time to throw out your old Simpsons calendar and but up your new Simpsons calendar. Time to reflect on the true meaning of what it is to be stuck in a bar filled with couples and feeling like you're the only one who didn't get a New Year's kiss.
I was lucky enough to get one last year, now I'm afraid I've formed an addiction. Not that I didn't get a decent share of lip on lip action this year but there's something about being part of a whole. Not that I'm touting conformity at every step here. But a whole room of people embracing and kissing, I can get down with that.
And not to knock my friends for being more fortunate, but everywhere I looked people were paired up reminding me that 2005 might be another year of resentment. I'm still relatively young and not dying of anything other than life (it's a terminal condition, folks) so I shouldn't be shouldering this much regret. Maybe I'm just too self involved.
But everywhere there were couples, commercials for pathetic chat lines, Regis, and all that other stuff that just seems to bring you down. Couples arguing because the guy's too drunk to have enough sense not to argue and just take the girl home. Then someone else mettles in the affair just like another log to the fire.(Small fire, mind you, but still enough make you want to push them all outside and let the chill of the night speed the whole thing along.)
So what do you do? I don't know what you do. Me, I just finally said some quick goodbyes and drove off half-awake maybe even half-drunk and afraid of getting caught. Nothing I could have said to anyone would have made a difference.
Damn, gatherings can get maddening.

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