After 27 years of being myself, no matter what others think, I've become a tourist in my own life. Everything is foreign to me. I don't seem to have anything to talk about that is worth my own ears hearing. I just see a constant stream of pretty things, but don't understand how anything works anymore. And it's slowly eating away at me because I am a social creature, but I no longer have any purpose in a social circle. I understand that, as I grow older, my priorities are changing, but at the same time, I am losing my ability to obtain those goals. I don't know if it's because of my change in scenery, my physical disconnection from family and old friends, or because my new friends are so dependent upon me. It may not be any of those things, it may just be me. Either way, it's slowly chipping away at me and now I see it staring me in the face more than ever. Something has got to change. I just need to find out what.
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sextrash:
It has it's moments, but honestly I think it's what we have to put up with (customer-wise) that drives us to drinks in the first place! The owners are definitely cool people though, when they're not being crazy.
sextrash:
Thank you. 