A week ago, people complained that they hadn’t seen me in a while. I’d been extra busy with my four jobs and too many school projects all at once…
But after this weekend, I feel like I could go do that reclusive thing again for another few weeks and be completely satisfied with myself. Emilee and I actually spoke about this sort of thing: we both tend to keep ourselves busy, if only to distract us from things that would otherwise bother us.
And boy, have I been spent and bothered.
Was it the partying? Probably not.
Was it work? Probably not, either.
Well… Maybe the level of partying and the sheer belligerence of it all. Especially after dealing with work and a lot of bullshit for a week. Maybe other people want to let loose and shit–and granted, there are several birthdays within proximity to this weekend. But sometimes, I feel like I’d best be served by relaxing, you know? It’s hard to relax when 9/10 people in your home are drunk and causing too much noise to even get sleep at 3am.
Making matters worse is waking up by 10am the next morning, having a long day on your feet, a long night working as doorman at a concert, and coming back home to–guess what: a block party down the street, leading to more belligerent bullshit than the night before.
But that’s not really the best part.
The best part is when a friend of yours suddenly finds themselves in a deep crisis of despair, with a life hanging in the balance. Not quite knowing what the outcome is, not quite able to do a damned thing about any of it.
And a conversation about relationships, to just throw in some extra element to this mix. Some business about a friend of hers possibly breaking up with her longtime boyfriend, even though “he’s so good for her” and “they’re perfect for each other,” in spite of having distance between them for extended amounts of time. My sagely advice came as follows:
“It doesn’t matter how perfect two people are for each other, if the circumstances don’t allow it.”
And she tried to argue this, but I cut her off, angrily:
“–I know this firsthand. I’ve been shot down by this before. I’ve seen it happen to so many friends of mine. Don’t even try to tell me that I’m not right. Sure, it should be that way, but it doesn’t work like that in real life.”
