Life as a Budweiser Commercial
So, I went dancing Sat nite at club Altitude in Tahoe. I enjoyed myself greatly for the whole just getting to dance with a great friend. But man, I just pity SO MUCH the meat market muchachos and bar whores that are trying to make their lifestyle like a budweiser commercial. They pretend they're having a great time, when they're not. They just want to look cool, and they're failing. They drink too much and blame bad decisions on the rum and coke they had 4 hours ago. Not one girl there actually knows what her natural cup size is. Ok, so I could go on and on and on. I won't, but man get a freaking clue people. I know this is old hat to all of us, but still it was just SO pronounced last night. There had to be at least a thousand people there, all delusional. What makes this worse, is that relating to my issue boy...this is the life he chose. He was on the path to owning himself and being comfortable in his skin, accepting who he is...but he was too scared.
So props to all of us, those who have had the courage to stand up to ourselves and for ourselves. Our biggest obstacle is ourselves. We rock. Pity the meek and fearful. (my delusions of omnipotent power are creeping in again, oops)
So props to all of us, those who have had the courage to stand up to ourselves and for ourselves. Our biggest obstacle is ourselves. We rock. Pity the meek and fearful. (my delusions of omnipotent power are creeping in again, oops)