I've finally been to hell...
Tonight was RJ's birthday.
Fun was had as I see fit (and he and I always see eye to eye on what "fun" really is, with one exception) until we went to Club Posh. Now granted, I've never been to a club before in my life. The whole idea of "clubbing" has never appealed to me, but I said screw it. It's his birthday, let him have his fun.
We get there, and it's just a sea of filthy people. Dirty skanks and nasty dudes just grinding the hell out of one another to horrible inspiration-ridden music. I almost passed out do to claustrophobia and fear. I can't begin to scratch the surface of my disdain for rap music. I nearly vomited when "Ms. New Booty" came on and everyone cheered. I hate what our culture seems to gravitate towards.
I haven't had sex in well over a year. It's been by choice. Women scare me. Sex scares me. Being a so-called "adult" scares me. I could have easily gotten some "action" tonight, because the club was littered with women devoid of any form of morals. And yet, I couldn't do it. I can't lower my standards just to appeal to my animal-like urges. I sat on the patio for most of the night talking to random strangers and my friends as they came and went. RJ ended up off in a corner making out with some tramp while I wallowed in my own self doubt and anger. After an hour of saying I'm tired and ready to go home, I ended up walking the near two miles home... otherwise I was just going to walk up to the nearest living thing and kill it. I didn't want strangers touching me anymore. I was tired of drunk girls hitting on me. I just wanted to go home to my big empty bed, drink a bottle of water, and play a video game. I cant bring myself to act like somebody I'm not and take advantage of some broad just to get my kicks. I don't want a one night stand. I don't want a girl who is interested in how much money I make, or what kind of clothes I wear... I just want someone to like me for who I am.
I'm going to go have that bottle of water and watch some cartoons. I like being a big kid, and I have no intentions of changing that anytime soon. I'll gladly take hordes of movies, music, comics and video games over intimacy any old day.
To all the ladies out there, put some clothes on that fit. Have some dignity, some self-respect, and most of all, some intellect. I can only put up with your mindless clamor about this thing you call "TV" for so long.
Fun was had as I see fit (and he and I always see eye to eye on what "fun" really is, with one exception) until we went to Club Posh. Now granted, I've never been to a club before in my life. The whole idea of "clubbing" has never appealed to me, but I said screw it. It's his birthday, let him have his fun.
We get there, and it's just a sea of filthy people. Dirty skanks and nasty dudes just grinding the hell out of one another to horrible inspiration-ridden music. I almost passed out do to claustrophobia and fear. I can't begin to scratch the surface of my disdain for rap music. I nearly vomited when "Ms. New Booty" came on and everyone cheered. I hate what our culture seems to gravitate towards.
I haven't had sex in well over a year. It's been by choice. Women scare me. Sex scares me. Being a so-called "adult" scares me. I could have easily gotten some "action" tonight, because the club was littered with women devoid of any form of morals. And yet, I couldn't do it. I can't lower my standards just to appeal to my animal-like urges. I sat on the patio for most of the night talking to random strangers and my friends as they came and went. RJ ended up off in a corner making out with some tramp while I wallowed in my own self doubt and anger. After an hour of saying I'm tired and ready to go home, I ended up walking the near two miles home... otherwise I was just going to walk up to the nearest living thing and kill it. I didn't want strangers touching me anymore. I was tired of drunk girls hitting on me. I just wanted to go home to my big empty bed, drink a bottle of water, and play a video game. I cant bring myself to act like somebody I'm not and take advantage of some broad just to get my kicks. I don't want a one night stand. I don't want a girl who is interested in how much money I make, or what kind of clothes I wear... I just want someone to like me for who I am.
I'm going to go have that bottle of water and watch some cartoons. I like being a big kid, and I have no intentions of changing that anytime soon. I'll gladly take hordes of movies, music, comics and video games over intimacy any old day.
To all the ladies out there, put some clothes on that fit. Have some dignity, some self-respect, and most of all, some intellect. I can only put up with your mindless clamor about this thing you call "TV" for so long.