Last night was cool...
We all went out and did something!!! (besides sitting on our asses at home smoking B rips all night as is tradition around here...not that it's a bad tradition...)
My boi, our two best friends and our roomies all got badass thrift store costumes for a party...
We ended up with a Hugh Hefner, a Miami Vice-ish pimp, two 80's hos, and my boi was a crackhead like Dave Chappelle does crackhead (and it was fucking hilarious!!!).
We had waaay more fun getting dressed up and excited than at the party, and I wasn't surprised.
It was this group my boi and I started chillin with at the end of last summer. A group of cokeheads that got us into it.
We thought we had all these genuine friends....
We stopped doing that shit after a few months and faded out of their party scene, because of that and we didn't have a car.
Last night it was like "oh my god!" when they saw us, just like old times.
Then the whole party got really segregated. We found ourselves chillin on the couch and outside, smokin bowls and hanging out exactly like we wouldve been at home...
Everyone was doing their little whispering glancing fertively around the room thing...
We didn't feel wanted there.
It didn't bother me... But it showed me pretty blatently that jib is an exclusion thing. When we have parties its just pot and booze, and everyone comes together by the end of the night...the total opposite.
We all went out and did something!!! (besides sitting on our asses at home smoking B rips all night as is tradition around here...not that it's a bad tradition...)
My boi, our two best friends and our roomies all got badass thrift store costumes for a party...
We ended up with a Hugh Hefner, a Miami Vice-ish pimp, two 80's hos, and my boi was a crackhead like Dave Chappelle does crackhead (and it was fucking hilarious!!!).
We had waaay more fun getting dressed up and excited than at the party, and I wasn't surprised.
It was this group my boi and I started chillin with at the end of last summer. A group of cokeheads that got us into it.
We thought we had all these genuine friends....
We stopped doing that shit after a few months and faded out of their party scene, because of that and we didn't have a car.
Last night it was like "oh my god!" when they saw us, just like old times.
Then the whole party got really segregated. We found ourselves chillin on the couch and outside, smokin bowls and hanging out exactly like we wouldve been at home...
Everyone was doing their little whispering glancing fertively around the room thing...
We didn't feel wanted there.
It didn't bother me... But it showed me pretty blatently that jib is an exclusion thing. When we have parties its just pot and booze, and everyone comes together by the end of the night...the total opposite.
I've had some great teachers in the area, so I felt obligated to work with others to further the field. Plus, I learn more about something when I discuss it in an open forum.
Feel free to pass on the word to anyone who you think would enjoy the group, but I want problem-solvers, not whiners. Sometimes other relationship-oriented forums degrade to "why does no one like me", "nice guys/girls finish last, so I have to be a jerk/bitch to get women/men" rants, and I don't want that