I swear I am never falling in love again until I'm thirty. In eighteen years I've been heartbroken by love three times. Sara had told me that she had fallen in love with me. In four months complications arose and she wanted to break it off. A month after the breakup she's wanting to date some other guy. Get over me that quickly? Maybe it's just taking me too long. I'm sorry but when feelings are as strong as that I expected something more. And the fact that I'm still so in love with her is killing me. Makes me feel so low. Like I'm something that can be used and tossed away as quickly. I thought I was a little better than that.
I'm done with love. Never again will I subject myself to this kind of torture and pain that love brings with it. Three times I thought I had found that one special person. Three people have let me down in that. The antidepressant and three painkillers I took should kick in here soon. I don't care, I want an immediate fix even if it'll make me sick later. I heard that biochemically love is no different than eating a lot of chocolate. Only the chocolate won't break your heart.
Anyway moving on to something more positive this Saturday was very interesting:
It began as most of my Saturdays do, late at night down at the Rocky Horror Picture Show for the Halloween festivities they were having. My buddy Adam shows up and invites myself and a few friend to a party.
Arrived in the apartment where the party was being held. Damn good people. Mediocre beer but it was still a good time. Some dumbassed punk rocker thought it would be funny to chuck a cupcake at one of the apartment security guards from the terrace we were out on. About twenty minutes later the cops show up.
We thought they were called over on a noise complaint. Mainly because we and the music was very loud. They knock on the door. We thought it would be best to not answer the door and keep quiet, figuring they would go away when they heard we had quieted down. We thought wrong.
Half and hour passes and the cops are still knocking on the door. Out of the thirty people at the party twenty-five of us were under twenty-one years old and drinking. A decision was made that the underage people should hide in the upstairs bedroom while they answer the door. The cops came into the apartment and talked to the guy living there while the rest of us kept as quiet as we could crammed into a little bedroom while at the same time trying to keep the drunk idiots quiet. We're up there for an hour while the cops are downstairs trying to pin someone with an assault charge for hitting the security guard with a cupcake. Finally the cops leave and we all leave one-by-one.
My friends and I show up to a 24/7 pizza place around 3 AM where many of the Rocky goers hangout after Rocky gets out. Hung out there until around seven Sunday morning. Drop a few people off and decide to head out to a desert area with my friend's gun. Taught Steven's girlfriend how to shoot a rifle. One of the most entertaining things I've seen since she is afraid of guns. Chased around birds, finding an old abandoned car along the way and a lot of beer bottles.
Left around 9 PM. Got home in time to see my father finalize all of his Halloween decorations. Slept most of the day. Feasted on all of the candy that was left over. Apparently not many people came out this Halloween. Being a Sunday I expected that.
And because of that entertaining weekend I was feeling dame good going into the week. But after today, well, you get the idea
I'm done with love. Never again will I subject myself to this kind of torture and pain that love brings with it. Three times I thought I had found that one special person. Three people have let me down in that. The antidepressant and three painkillers I took should kick in here soon. I don't care, I want an immediate fix even if it'll make me sick later. I heard that biochemically love is no different than eating a lot of chocolate. Only the chocolate won't break your heart.
Anyway moving on to something more positive this Saturday was very interesting:
It began as most of my Saturdays do, late at night down at the Rocky Horror Picture Show for the Halloween festivities they were having. My buddy Adam shows up and invites myself and a few friend to a party.
Arrived in the apartment where the party was being held. Damn good people. Mediocre beer but it was still a good time. Some dumbassed punk rocker thought it would be funny to chuck a cupcake at one of the apartment security guards from the terrace we were out on. About twenty minutes later the cops show up.
We thought they were called over on a noise complaint. Mainly because we and the music was very loud. They knock on the door. We thought it would be best to not answer the door and keep quiet, figuring they would go away when they heard we had quieted down. We thought wrong.
Half and hour passes and the cops are still knocking on the door. Out of the thirty people at the party twenty-five of us were under twenty-one years old and drinking. A decision was made that the underage people should hide in the upstairs bedroom while they answer the door. The cops came into the apartment and talked to the guy living there while the rest of us kept as quiet as we could crammed into a little bedroom while at the same time trying to keep the drunk idiots quiet. We're up there for an hour while the cops are downstairs trying to pin someone with an assault charge for hitting the security guard with a cupcake. Finally the cops leave and we all leave one-by-one.
My friends and I show up to a 24/7 pizza place around 3 AM where many of the Rocky goers hangout after Rocky gets out. Hung out there until around seven Sunday morning. Drop a few people off and decide to head out to a desert area with my friend's gun. Taught Steven's girlfriend how to shoot a rifle. One of the most entertaining things I've seen since she is afraid of guns. Chased around birds, finding an old abandoned car along the way and a lot of beer bottles.
Left around 9 PM. Got home in time to see my father finalize all of his Halloween decorations. Slept most of the day. Feasted on all of the candy that was left over. Apparently not many people came out this Halloween. Being a Sunday I expected that.
And because of that entertaining weekend I was feeling dame good going into the week. But after today, well, you get the idea
amillahhighlife:
Don' t let them ther women get to ya. When i was your age i thought the same thing. At 30 i'll be ready. Guess what? I'm thirty and still single. When she comes she comes. You just gotta wait and be ready. 