Everyone tells me they're crazy; crazy people arent so fucking boring.
If you didn’t know..
It’s been a few weeks now since my old roommates moved out. The day they put in their one-month I called my buddies who were looking for a place and offered them the spots. They were stoked and took it right away. But like I said, its been a few weeks and I’ve noticed I have a bit of hesitation about new people moving in. Its partly because I thought this old situation was gonna be great and it wasn’t at all. So this new situation looks great too, and I’m just a bit afraid its not gonna be. However.. the main reason for my anxiety is because I’ve grown accustomed to living by myself… and I like it. A lot. I like how I have a magazine chillin’ on the couch down there, turned to the page I left it at, and I know when I come home from work tomorrow, I can pick up where I left off. Also, I have my records downstairs, and I don’t have a worry in the least. I don’t have people moving my shit or bitchin’ about leaving a cup out. It’s way comfortable. I dig. And on Monday I have to give that up. I don’t wanna. I want to just chill the way I have been. Its probably gonna be a blast though, and I don’t regret having them or dislike that they’re gonna be here.. but there’s something confusing about it all at the same time. I’ll explain:
I remember a time when I used to have anxiety attacks about people NOT being around. Like, if I didn’t go out every night, I’d get all hyper-depressed and weird. I didn’t dig. I’d go a bit crazy and it would drive me nuts. I’d wake up early the next day and jet out of the house to go anywhere except for home. Not cause I disliked home, just cause.. well, I needed to be out. Now I come home before 12 and chill on the couch, watching the late night news and reading car magazines… and I love it. I love having the house quiet, kicking my feet up and not having a soul around. That’s so atypical of me. I guess some of my friends must be right, that I’ve become more of a recluse in my later days because I enjoy being away from people at times. I’d still much rather have people around, but you catch my drift.
Any other updates… hm.. besides getting my bitchin’ big screen and couch from home, I’m pretty much where I have been for a while now. Chillin. We have a big party on Saturday coming up too. Here at my place. Contact me for details, and if you know where to drive, go on over. It’s a dress up Halloween style party. Halloween/bday/housewarming party.
That’s all I got.
It’s been a few weeks now since my old roommates moved out. The day they put in their one-month I called my buddies who were looking for a place and offered them the spots. They were stoked and took it right away. But like I said, its been a few weeks and I’ve noticed I have a bit of hesitation about new people moving in. Its partly because I thought this old situation was gonna be great and it wasn’t at all. So this new situation looks great too, and I’m just a bit afraid its not gonna be. However.. the main reason for my anxiety is because I’ve grown accustomed to living by myself… and I like it. A lot. I like how I have a magazine chillin’ on the couch down there, turned to the page I left it at, and I know when I come home from work tomorrow, I can pick up where I left off. Also, I have my records downstairs, and I don’t have a worry in the least. I don’t have people moving my shit or bitchin’ about leaving a cup out. It’s way comfortable. I dig. And on Monday I have to give that up. I don’t wanna. I want to just chill the way I have been. Its probably gonna be a blast though, and I don’t regret having them or dislike that they’re gonna be here.. but there’s something confusing about it all at the same time. I’ll explain:
I remember a time when I used to have anxiety attacks about people NOT being around. Like, if I didn’t go out every night, I’d get all hyper-depressed and weird. I didn’t dig. I’d go a bit crazy and it would drive me nuts. I’d wake up early the next day and jet out of the house to go anywhere except for home. Not cause I disliked home, just cause.. well, I needed to be out. Now I come home before 12 and chill on the couch, watching the late night news and reading car magazines… and I love it. I love having the house quiet, kicking my feet up and not having a soul around. That’s so atypical of me. I guess some of my friends must be right, that I’ve become more of a recluse in my later days because I enjoy being away from people at times. I’d still much rather have people around, but you catch my drift.
Any other updates… hm.. besides getting my bitchin’ big screen and couch from home, I’m pretty much where I have been for a while now. Chillin. We have a big party on Saturday coming up too. Here at my place. Contact me for details, and if you know where to drive, go on over. It’s a dress up Halloween style party. Halloween/bday/housewarming party.
That’s all I got.