PRE/POST cinco de mayo
So there I was. The what ifs ran through my head, as they did on a daily basis. I did not want to swallow my pride, but I knew if I wanted to make this work, I had to do just that. There was no way of knowing what could have truly went on that night, and instead of feeling in control, I felt as if I was simply waiting to panic.After the first bad incident things started to go uphill , good reviews were starting to take shape. Then suddenly, there it was. The one bad review that I knew was coming. I began to think...does it only take one bad review to destroy all the good ones?
After receiving a tip from a friend that infidelity was being committed all over the board, I began to wonder just how many of my so called "friends" had already given their review on me and how many had been running their mouths off to everyone they knew.
About a week later, it was clear once again that I was being purposely left out of everything that was considered "fun times". I decided that if they were going to make sacrifices to better suit themselves, I had to compromise. It was not easy, but I let myself not get down about being left out. I began to think...when it comes to relationships and being down and out...when does the act of compromise become compromising? Many a night I had spent just sitting in my room watching infomercials on the TV. I became so pathetic that I ended up buying something off TV! I suddenly knew what I had to do.
In this day and age, when you put yourself out there, meeting people if often easy for the ones that don't give a damn. For the more conservatives, however, meeting people is not always easy. After a whole lot of getting no where, I found myself retreating back to someone who I promised myself I would never talk to, let alone let back in my life ever again. I knew my friends would be ashamed of me, and I could never tell anyone about him. I began to wonder about the general public and the people I walk by everyday. How many people were having the best "Secret Friendships"?
After success with gaining back a + 1 from the past, I wondered if I could go 2 for 2. Last night, my good friend Theodore finally somehow got me out of the house. I journeyed to a place that wreaked heavy of sex and liquor.Out of nowhere, there he was. The +2 that I had been hoping to rekindle with. Sadly for me, he made it extremely awkward, and later I found out he was angry he had accidentally stepped into my presence. After an hour of being bombarded by old farts and half naked strippers who were all anorexic, I walked my form out of the place and didn't bother looking back.
After receiving a tip from a friend that infidelity was being committed all over the board, I began to wonder just how many of my so called "friends" had already given their review on me and how many had been running their mouths off to everyone they knew.
About a week later, it was clear once again that I was being purposely left out of everything that was considered "fun times". I decided that if they were going to make sacrifices to better suit themselves, I had to compromise. It was not easy, but I let myself not get down about being left out. I began to think...when it comes to relationships and being down and out...when does the act of compromise become compromising? Many a night I had spent just sitting in my room watching infomercials on the TV. I became so pathetic that I ended up buying something off TV! I suddenly knew what I had to do.
In this day and age, when you put yourself out there, meeting people if often easy for the ones that don't give a damn. For the more conservatives, however, meeting people is not always easy. After a whole lot of getting no where, I found myself retreating back to someone who I promised myself I would never talk to, let alone let back in my life ever again. I knew my friends would be ashamed of me, and I could never tell anyone about him. I began to wonder about the general public and the people I walk by everyday. How many people were having the best "Secret Friendships"?
After success with gaining back a + 1 from the past, I wondered if I could go 2 for 2. Last night, my good friend Theodore finally somehow got me out of the house. I journeyed to a place that wreaked heavy of sex and liquor.Out of nowhere, there he was. The +2 that I had been hoping to rekindle with. Sadly for me, he made it extremely awkward, and later I found out he was angry he had accidentally stepped into my presence. After an hour of being bombarded by old farts and half naked strippers who were all anorexic, I walked my form out of the place and didn't bother looking back.