I left the house today
I just got back from a birthday party that disintegrated very early into five people reading shit jokes and old pick up lines off their phones, as well as showing assorted memes throughout the whole thing. Offensive jokes were told, despite the hostess being practically in tears and begging for them to stop. Half the people in question were (gasp) freshmen and fit the exact mold of "freshmen." Each person there (older ones included) constantly kept talking louder than whomever already was because every one felt s/he was more important. I'm guilty of that too, for sure- nowhere near as much, however. I fucking hate interrupting people; it's one thing I just can't do, cause I know it sucks to have people flat-out think they're better or more important than you and what you had to say is irrelevant. There were really only two or three really bad ones, I guess, though. I can barely talk about it. The fact that those people exist. The ones everyone on the internet bitches about. I heard "the cake is a lie" several times tonight. God, the fact that I even need to say that it happened or that it bothered me is wrong. I don't know which one of us is the more entitled asshole. I can't do parties anymore; nothing anyone says is funny to me because I saw it on 4chan in 2009. Christ, I did this to myself.
But no, really. Don't let the smug pretentiousness fool you- they really were poor company. It was just the fact that we were in public that made it so bad. A restaurant with paying customers. I know I would have been so pissed if a group of fucking kids came in and acted like that. No respect. Not even for each other. I was so greatful toward the staff cause I felt so guilty. They were so fucking loud. So loud. I hate loud people. There is a time and there is a place to be loud. It is not in a sushi restaurant on a saturday fucking night. Oh jesus that was bad. I think I've calmed down.