Aug 31, 2006 17:45
So like, I have been out once in the last month. Outside of work and shopping. That one time I went out sucked for reasons I can't be asked to type about.
Either way, I am going out tonight, which is strange considering my last post about social burn out. I am still feeling social burn out to be honest. But alas, I have been in my house too much and need to see things other than work, tesco's and the 250 route bus. So out I go.
I've placed on all my mental armour and padding to soften the heavy duty socialising nonsense I will get. I've armed my small talk cannons and manned the 'filter the useful points from vast quantities of nonsense' tubes.
I am in social battle mode! Hear my roar! *roars*
I am sadly very tired at the moment, so I am not sure if I can keep up battle mode on pure caffeine and sugar for long. I may try some guiness that always helps maintain battle mode, and if worse comes to worse I'll just go home early.
I am almost dreading tonight, yet I actually volenteered myself to be there. I am of two minds on things way to much me thinks. *shakes his head of himself*. Hmm.. though normally when I dread a night out good things happen and I feel better about being out. Hopefully that will be true of tonight. So cross your fingers (literally.. cross them.. right now!) that this holds true for tonight.
I was originally planning on the cinema tonight.. but that fell through.. I may yet just leave the sheep early and go to the cinema if they have a late showing tonight... (oooo... now that is a good plan..).
So.. some people that have read my last post seem to have had a 'eureka' moment when I mentioned absorbing my mood from other people 99% of the time. Nice to know we're not the only mood parasites in the world huh? *group hugs the mood parasite troop*.
Anyways, I am going to have more coffee, and prepare a set of stock phrases that a) make me come across as spontaneous, confident and like I have social skills.
...and b) some phrases to defend myself from any unwanted attention, conversations, or come ons from drunk girls with short pink mini skirts.. and perfume strong enough to make my eyes water.