friday night fever
Friday night, and I want to go out. But my options are going with friends of friends to Watchmen or ... wait, that's it. And I'm not a fan of anti-hero, nihilistic, comic-book movies.
I'm not one to usually make plans for Friday nights. Most of the time you'll find me calling up a friend on a last minute whim, or amusing myself, or going to a movie that I was invited to that does interest me. Yet some Friday nights, I find myself incredibly restless, dying to go out and do something, anything. Just not Watchmen. And often, on those nights, everyone already has plans.
Tonight is definitely one of those nights. on top of that, for some reason, I feel particularly fragile. Mixed feelings remain, three weeks after breaking up with my boyfriend. Ties to friends have been weakened, while I was wrapped up in him. A powerful craving for the love and affection and security that I had in my relationship with him lingers. On top of this, it feels difficult to make new friends, for I will be leaving soon.
Yet, just as I start thinking about going to bed early, I find a chance to hang out with some new acquaintances. At this point, I'm tired and can feel the long week hanging from my eyelids. Yet, despite my earlier hesitance, the chance to meet new people fills me with the energy even sleep can't always provide.