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Well tonight is shaping up to be the worst night in a while.
It's currently about 7:50pm, and I'm sitting at my computer with nothing to keep me company but my music and a couple of my friends. "Why are you sitting home alone on New Years' Eve?" you may ask. "Why aren't you out partying?" Well, you know, I'd love to be out there on the town, cheering and celebrating with my friends, ringing in the year in style, glass in one hand, my girl's hand in the other. I'd love to be part of the raucous chorus giving the final countdown, and I'd love to be under the sea of drinks as people propel them into the air in jubilant celebration. But I'm not, because people apparently no longer see fit to invite me anywhere.
It's perfectly understandable; I can't be everyone's friend, I can't appeal to everyone's idea of a good guy (and truth be told, I wouldn't want to). And I'm also not trying to guilt anyone into making sure I'm there next time, or stopping their entire party to swing by and pick me up. That's not what I'm trying to do. If you don't want me around, that's perfectly okay. I guess what this is, is a depressed rant. After I heard that my original plans were cancelled, I was pretty down. This meant hanging home with my parents and sister. Not what I wanted to do tonight. So I popped online. It's here that I found out that there was an impromptu party being thrown together. Not being the type of guy to just crash a party, I sat back and waited.
I'm still waiting. It ain't gunna happen.
I guess I'm speaking for all the people who were left behind tonight. If you don't want us there, fine. If you don't like us anymore, whatever. Just know that there are at least three people I know of, myself included, that are sitting here online, alone and rejected, wondering where our friends have gone.
Happy New Years. I salute us for making it this far. May this year bring us all a little closer to the happiness we so rightly deserve.
It's currently about 7:50pm, and I'm sitting at my computer with nothing to keep me company but my music and a couple of my friends. "Why are you sitting home alone on New Years' Eve?" you may ask. "Why aren't you out partying?" Well, you know, I'd love to be out there on the town, cheering and celebrating with my friends, ringing in the year in style, glass in one hand, my girl's hand in the other. I'd love to be part of the raucous chorus giving the final countdown, and I'd love to be under the sea of drinks as people propel them into the air in jubilant celebration. But I'm not, because people apparently no longer see fit to invite me anywhere.
It's perfectly understandable; I can't be everyone's friend, I can't appeal to everyone's idea of a good guy (and truth be told, I wouldn't want to). And I'm also not trying to guilt anyone into making sure I'm there next time, or stopping their entire party to swing by and pick me up. That's not what I'm trying to do. If you don't want me around, that's perfectly okay. I guess what this is, is a depressed rant. After I heard that my original plans were cancelled, I was pretty down. This meant hanging home with my parents and sister. Not what I wanted to do tonight. So I popped online. It's here that I found out that there was an impromptu party being thrown together. Not being the type of guy to just crash a party, I sat back and waited.
I'm still waiting. It ain't gunna happen.
I guess I'm speaking for all the people who were left behind tonight. If you don't want us there, fine. If you don't like us anymore, whatever. Just know that there are at least three people I know of, myself included, that are sitting here online, alone and rejected, wondering where our friends have gone.
Happy New Years. I salute us for making it this far. May this year bring us all a little closer to the happiness we so rightly deserve.