Jan 12, 2009 10:09
So, when I was graduating from high school and going off to college alone my friends were scared for me. Since I had been sheltered my whole life they were convinced in my new-found freedom I would become a doped-up alcoholic, going crazy and sleeping with everyone in sight despite my boyfriend. This of course didn't happen since I have some semblance of morals, and if they think it did it happened senior year when I dumped my boyfriend of five years for a potential fling that has given me one of my best friends.
Last week was one of the strangest, most fun, and most stressful weeks ever. Went to a party at my housemates' (we have a duplex), met a guy, felt wicked comfortable around the guy even when I was sober, had an awesome few days, then got ditched when he decided he wanted to go back with his girlfriend. We haven't talked in days, so once my stomach stress-induced issues cleared up friday I skipped town for the weekend. I don't remember the last time Ryan and I were alone that long, but we're both still living, so that's a major thing for us. It was a fun weekend again.
I'm trying to be more spontaneous. I'm trying to step out of my bubble and live my life. I'm trying to not be scared but also be safe. I'm trying to meet nerds that won't turn around and sucker-punch me.
Now I have to go and take another drug test. Not like I failed any, my company just can't get their shit together. And it's snowing wicked hard! Awesome.