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I don't understand why people get angry when they don't see you out much. I’ve noticed that with age I have become more of a recluse. I have my good days and my bad days. I just don’t see the fun in going out to a show or party and seeing about 10% people I care about and 90% people that I try to avoid. If you do happen to run into me somewhere out in the streets of NashVegas don’t be offended if my answers are brief to the frequently asked questions of “So how are you?” “Where have you been?” “What’s new with you?” My answers will be the same as they always are. My life doesn’t consist of much other than going to school/work, running errands, coming home, listening to music, occasionally picking up the guitar, watching whatever TV series I am most recently involved in, and going to bed. Repeat. Throw in an occasional band practice, show, or trip out of town to see my boyfriend… and there you have it, my life. I’m so sick of saying “Well you know… just finishing school… graduate in a week… yeah it’s great… no, still no job…the music is good, wish I could do more of it… blah blah blah.” The people I most want to see are out of town or I can hang out with in the comfort of our homes where it’s “invite only” and good conversation thrives over the bullshit.
My interests are simple, I love my close friends, I love being in love, I love to beat you in pool, I like to have a few drinks, I like to be productive, and I like to sleep. That’s it. As boring as it may seem, it’s the truth and trying to talk our words and stories up to make our lives seem more interesting and exciting than they really are is meaningless and hollow.
It’s the first time in my life where I don’t have a plan for the next step. I don’t know where my next destination will take me. It is scary and it is real. I’m just trying to enjoy the baby steps a long the way.
Ciao,
CM
My interests are simple, I love my close friends, I love being in love, I love to beat you in pool, I like to have a few drinks, I like to be productive, and I like to sleep. That’s it. As boring as it may seem, it’s the truth and trying to talk our words and stories up to make our lives seem more interesting and exciting than they really are is meaningless and hollow.
It’s the first time in my life where I don’t have a plan for the next step. I don’t know where my next destination will take me. It is scary and it is real. I’m just trying to enjoy the baby steps a long the way.
Ciao,
CM