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So an uneventful and boring week back home in Meath has ended. The only news to appear from this past week is that I now know why I always seem to end up on my own after a night out with people. While they're all off with either the partner they came with or are after picking up that night, yours truly is left holding the coats or what have you or standing in a corner waiting for them to finish chewing faces with the nearest randomer.
It turns out that I look like shit. I only found this out tonight. No confirmation on whether or not I'm butt-ugly to boot but you know what they say, news comes in waves so I'm expecting that to wave to break across my bow fairly soon.

So here it is. I, Jason, am no longer putting any effort into myself. Grooming is now optional, shaving will only occur if I could be bothered, I may or may not wear clean clothes on a given day and you can rest assured what I wear will not match unless it's purely by accident.
I no longer see the point in trying if my best efforts arein vain to all, and vocally so.


Update:
It gets better. I wrote that and got (physically) dragged out to what I was told was a pub. Turned out to be an underground night club. The entire battery of things that can go wrong on a night out, went wrong. Right down to a nice girl trying to get me to dance with her, her friends pulling her away to the bar and us leaving 5 minutes later. Only to return a further 5 minutes later because everywhere else was closed to find out she was gone.

As such I'm writing an addendum to my proclomation above:
I am no longer socialising with anyone for at least 6 months. I don't care if it's my best friends wedding or a party in my honour. I'm not going to be around people any longer than I need to be anymore. Problems begin and end with people, cutting them out should save me a lot of hassle and heartache.