AIM: To get drunk & disorderly with some girlfriends in an effort to try to do something different on a Friday night, even though this evening is usually reserved for curling up on the couch, black fluffies on feet, pizza delivery & a bit of Celebrity Apprentice on Series with my cat.
METHOD: Hit a local pub/club to unwind from a hard week at the office & perhaps pursue some mindless banter over a cocktail or 6 until about 11:00ish before packing it in for the night. (It’s Friday after all, & who has the energy).
OBSERVATION DURING FIRST 3 HOURS: Is it me or is the music WAY too f*cking loud in here? There is no idle chit chat to be pursued in this miniscule smokey bar area where I can barely hear myself think. (When did I get old?). My stilettos are also making my feet feel like they’re being beaten repeatedly from all angles by tiny elves with their tiny little elf hammers & I have absolutely ZERO intention of dancing in my sober rhythmless state. I am, however, surprisingly not the oldest person in here & although I recognise a few people, I’m not about to high five some old friends & ask what they’ve been up to, because I feel kinda “shy????” wtf?
OBSERVATION IN LAST 3 HOURS PRECEDING HOMETIME: After Jager-Bomb number ..... something, the music is getting hot & the Red Bull is buzzing in my throat. I’ve been dancing plenty with an old buddy from school days & my feet have gone numb (The elves are apparently also intoxicated). The hazy fumes in the air are no longer irritating my contact lenses or lungs, but only seem to contribute to the dream-like vibe consisting mostly of stress & inhibitions evaporating into thin air. I have at this stage located both my rhythm & personality & am smoking a menthol cigarette whilst chatting to a sassy blonde that I really don’t know THAT well at all.
She is telling me that people come into our lives with only 1 of 3 purposes. For a SEASON, a REASON or a LIFETIME. She also suggests that perhaps I shouldn’t take it so personally when I discover that not EVERY SINGLE human being that passes through my life is intended to stick around for a lifetime.
This epiphany is evidently the most solid intelligent idea I’ve heard in years.
So it IS actually ok to just accept something for what it is and to not necessarily see it as a failure or a reflection on yourself. It also means that I should pay a little more attention to those who clearly ARE going to be around for a lifetime & waste less self esteem & energy on those who have turned out to be seasonal, or come along for a reason to teach me something. They have also just served their purpose & I should learn to satisfy myself with that.
CONCLUSION: My Friday party night spud-like scorecard reads as follows:
- Chatted & bonded easily with someone whom I've wanted to get closer to for awhile.
- Rekindled an old friendship with a lifetime friend that I would LOVE to see more often.
- Openly chatted with & included a guy friend's love interest so that she didn't feel quite as uncomfortable on her 1st introduction, as she might have.
- Approached an acquaintance who I ASSUMED disliked me, & discovered she was actually only shy & quite sweet and really kind.
- Laughed till I cried with a virtual stranger I had practically just met.
- Received truly inspirational advice in the last place I’d expect & at a time when it was sorely needed.
- Sang with the girls in the car on the way home until my ears rang.
Woodwinked - over & out.
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