Nothing makes me happier than going to see a band that I love. I went and saw my favorite boys, The Tint on Thursday night, and it just made me so damn...content. I put aside all the work and all the job shit that is stressing me out so much lately and forgot about it. Just to be able to sit around with a friend and drink some cheap beer and enjoy a damn good little local show was a small enjoyment that I was grateful to have. One thing, however, that pisses me off (I don't think it's possible for me to be content without finding some little thing to fuck it up in some way...welcome to my personality) is Boston public transportation. I love this city to death, but the last trains run at 12:15am. I had to leave in the middle of one band's set so that I could get to the T station and get on my trolley. The bars close at 2, yet public transportation ceases before 12:30 (save for a very limited bus route that runs til 2 through some parts of the city). Add that to a veritable lack of parking, as well as ridiculously high cab fares ($30 to get from where I live - in an outer neighborhood of Boston to downtown Boston, not more than a few miles) and nightlife in this city pretty much has to cease just after midnight. I miss the 24-hour-ness of NYC so much sometimes.
I think that I need to start dating. The problem is, I don't want to go through any of the bullshit of meeting people. I'm just rather sick of my little insular world of school. I need some outside excitement. And some boys.
I think that I need to start dating. The problem is, I don't want to go through any of the bullshit of meeting people. I'm just rather sick of my little insular world of school. I need some outside excitement. And some boys.
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And the sad fact is, that you just can't get along with most people, and most people can't get along with you. That's not a poor reflection on anybody...can you imagine how hard it would be to hang with (for instance) Ghandi? Hell of a guy, wish him all the best, but if I were a girl (or a gay guy), I wouldn't want to date him.
By the way, I've only been to New York on short excursions...but sometimes I think I'm a New Yorker reincarnated into a Californian. I tell myself that San Francisco is like a piece of Manhattan that just wound up on the West Coast by mistake. My delusions have been encouraged by a couple of real New Yorkers that I've met over the years, who have told me that I've got the right attitude. But I'd settle for living in Boston, which (by Southern California standards) is pretty close.