Well, I went to the party. I stayed less than an hour, though. I didn't feel like party-goob mood. I think it's partly because of the cold, and partly because I don't know a lot of those people well.
Okay, honestly, I think the issue is deeper than that. Lately I have been having a problem with parties. Specifically, with parties that center around a keg and a bunch of guys playing beer pong and a bunch of girls with too much makeup and highlighted hair, the thick clouds of cigarette smoke, and the ever-present circulating bowl. It all seems the same after a while. Unless I embrace the scene by wearing extra makeup and a tiny shirt, then chainsmoking as I play beer pong, and flirting with guys whose IQ is half mine... I suppose I can have fun if I try, but lately I just don't want to.
Where can I go to meet interesting people who have conversations? What happened? I thought people were interesting once. Maybe I'm looking for a quick fix and that's not the way to find interesting people. Maybe my standards are too high.
I am trying not to let myself blame the problem on age. I could easily say that I am getting tired of hanging out with people in their 20's, but that seems unfair.
Of course I did get my period today (and the mystery of the achey boobs is solved- it just lasted a couple more days than I'm used to) so maybe I'm just moody. That and the constant flow of snot. Yuk. The post-nasal drip makes my stomach squishy, too.
Goob goes through flirt-stages, too. I'm in my off season. Remember a few months ago, when I was hooking up with a new guy every time I turned around? Well, that has stopped, too. Last guy I kissed... ok well that one doesn't count, it was only one kiss sort of... the last real time was weeks ago when I invited the ex over. Before that... weeks again.
Funny how I look at my life as it is right now, this week, and I decide that's how my life is in general. It's complete tunnel vision, and those who know me can see past it. I think everything I ever say is probably bullshit. Including that statement.
Man, I am really talking in circles. Maybe I should quit while I am ahead. It's bedtime, anyway.
Okay, honestly, I think the issue is deeper than that. Lately I have been having a problem with parties. Specifically, with parties that center around a keg and a bunch of guys playing beer pong and a bunch of girls with too much makeup and highlighted hair, the thick clouds of cigarette smoke, and the ever-present circulating bowl. It all seems the same after a while. Unless I embrace the scene by wearing extra makeup and a tiny shirt, then chainsmoking as I play beer pong, and flirting with guys whose IQ is half mine... I suppose I can have fun if I try, but lately I just don't want to.
Where can I go to meet interesting people who have conversations? What happened? I thought people were interesting once. Maybe I'm looking for a quick fix and that's not the way to find interesting people. Maybe my standards are too high.
I am trying not to let myself blame the problem on age. I could easily say that I am getting tired of hanging out with people in their 20's, but that seems unfair.
Of course I did get my period today (and the mystery of the achey boobs is solved- it just lasted a couple more days than I'm used to) so maybe I'm just moody. That and the constant flow of snot. Yuk. The post-nasal drip makes my stomach squishy, too.
Goob goes through flirt-stages, too. I'm in my off season. Remember a few months ago, when I was hooking up with a new guy every time I turned around? Well, that has stopped, too. Last guy I kissed... ok well that one doesn't count, it was only one kiss sort of... the last real time was weeks ago when I invited the ex over. Before that... weeks again.
Funny how I look at my life as it is right now, this week, and I decide that's how my life is in general. It's complete tunnel vision, and those who know me can see past it. I think everything I ever say is probably bullshit. Including that statement.
Man, I am really talking in circles. Maybe I should quit while I am ahead. It's bedtime, anyway.
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lingus:
You meet conversationalits in strange places but you have to seek them out. I prefer conversation myself to the beer ponging and stuck up ladies but I've found a good girl in a place I would have never expected and thats the way it has always seemed to be for me. Good luck I hope your boobs feel better. Hope you get back your partying spirit. Bubye
godsmoker:
Heh, yeah, I guess that pic is a little scary. 
