beckricci

Well, it looks like my date has backed out so I will going to see Glass Candy and the Shattered Theater all by my lonesome. I mean I don't feel that bad about going out alone. I've done it all my life. I can't remember the last time Ive gone out specifically to chill with anyone. Sometimes I run into a familiar face and I try to yap it up, but our discussions are brief ("Hey" "How are you?" "Goodbye") as the person has important business to attend to like getting back to his real friends or making out with his/her date. And that's if I run into someone I recognize. Usually, it's me standing awkwardly in the middle of the club staring into my drink or at my shoes knowing that everywhere around me people are chatting it up with like minded peers or holding hands with lovers. With their backs turned to me it's as they were saying: "We could care less about you, beckricci. You could set yourself on fire, and we wouldn't blink an eye."

I don't know what crime I've committed to be labeled as a social pariah. The crime of being born? Of being me? Then if that's the case I guess I should thank my lucky stars that my sentence is so light.