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So last year met this group of guys through someone I was dating. And I remember even through the whiskey haze that they were a little intimidating. They seemed so cool and funny and crazy. Had been friends for years before I met them and had all these old stories and inside jokes. I wanted them to like me not just tolerate me cause I was dating one of their friends. Well keep the exact same group, minus the guy I used to date, and add a year. We partied and laughed and I realized that somehow over the past 12 months these guys have become good friends of mine. Occasionally a pain in my ass they are also funnier, crazier, and kinder than I had imagined when we were first introduced. At the end of the night it was surreal. So I'm lying on the floor in a Catholic school girl costume, it was Halloween perverts, one guy one either side of me. Two more slept perpendicular above our heads. The last was under the kitchen table. So they all passed out and there I am, listening to them breathe, surrounded by a sea of testosterone, smiling and fighting back the urge to laugh at the absurdity.
My life isn't going according to plan, it never has. If I had been smarter, luckier, more focused. If I had now what I wanted last year...things would be very different. Most days looking at where I am it isn't worth how badly it went wrong, how much it hurt, and all the ways I screwed up. Lying awake surrounded by friends, for that night it was worth the price.
My life isn't going according to plan, it never has. If I had been smarter, luckier, more focused. If I had now what I wanted last year...things would be very different. Most days looking at where I am it isn't worth how badly it went wrong, how much it hurt, and all the ways I screwed up. Lying awake surrounded by friends, for that night it was worth the price.