guzzlechumpy

Awlrighty- I'm a boob. I big boob. and a loser.
Here's a good one for the Friday night lonely hears club.

A birthday party for my Uncle's mother in-law, right? Here I am, talking to this beautiful girl- about my age, conversation here and there all night. Then this amazing guy gets up and starts playing the piano- beautiful, jazz piano (and sings, too). The whole time, I'm trying to keep up conversation so she doesn't get bored or walk away, and thinking, when would be a good time to ask her to dance.

Then this guy in a 3 piece suit comes over and asks her to dance. BOOM. What was my fucking problem? I have no social skills anymore. I'm a total boob. I'm losing my ability to be fearless and assertive.

When did this happen? Actually, I've always been nervous- but I didn't used to care. Maybe it's cause of the way I used to dress, I didn't care about what people thought. Why do I care so much now? God, I've gotten so used to being by myself, and it's the very same thing that has me so depressed all the time.

I can't sit on this fucking computer anymore tonight. I'm going out. Fuck this.