So here's a strange scenario for you. Our twisted tale for this evening begins with an unhappy event in our hero's life. Our hero being myself. I know, you didn't agree to support me as a hero but play along please. Anyway, this unhappy event left him/me feeling very low, very low indeed. There seemed to be a void left in his life, and he found the thing that made him feel better was distraction. Not by dealing with and overcoming the feelings like a rational adult, but by trying to find things to make him forget how he was feeling for a while. He leaves his workplace after a nine-hour day, and heads towards his home. His best friend's girlfriend sends him a text message inviting him to come watch movies with her and the best friend at her house. Now while normally this would be right up our hero's alley, a chilled out, relaxed good time, he felt tired and also didn't want to intrude on the time the two of them had together, so he declined. Plus he heard they were watching Avatar. And our hero HATES James Cameron.
He arrives at home and is sitting around frowning at various things, when another friend contacts him, inviting him out to Norfolk to observe what is most certainly a wild scene involving a musician playing about nine instruments at once. He's regained some stamina at this point, but really doesn't feel up to the drive, so he declines but promises to get together with them down the road. Which he later did, but that's not the point. He starts reading various articles on wikipedia, and if you've ever been on wikipedia you know how you can branch out from Gavin Rossdale of Bush fame to reading the events of Ian Curtis' life. Which is what happened. During the course of this reading extravaganza our hero reads that Gavin Rossdale covered the song "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division on an episode of Criminal Minds. Our hero didn't know this. But he wanted to hear it. He was intrigued, because he enjoys both halves of that particular union. So he sought out YouTube where everything on Earth has been filmed and posted online. Sure enough, there it was. After the viewing, our hero/momentary idiot made the mistake of looking at the other videos that are recommended based on the one you're viewing. He saw Mr. Rossdale had done a cover of Fleetwood Mac's song Landslide, which if you're familiar with it you know that it can be infinitely soul-crushing if you're not in the right frame of mind. Well our moronic hero listens to it anyway, and falls into quite a funk.
Then his phone chimes. It's a third friend, asking what he's doing. He seizes the moment and confesses his sheer boredom, and the friend invites him out to the bar where she works. Desperate to get out of the house he immediately gets up and leaves, and drives out there. As soon as he arrives and walks in the door, he is confronted by a few details that hadn't been apparent to him up till this point. He almost never drinks. He brought no one with him to converse with. The friend he's visiting is still working, so can't just sit around with him and discuss things that suck. He's also never been in such an environment before and has no idea what to do with himself.
So let's review: This goon turned down a chilled out setting with two friends, and also a more public but still relatively intimate setting with two other friends, to go to a bar full of people drinking and trying to hook up. I mean, the fool wasn't trying to get drunk. Wasn't trying to inflict his sexual escapades on any poor young women. He had nothing in common with 100% of the patrons in this environment.
What was I thinking?
To be fair, it could have been really fun if I'd brought someone with me so I could sit and laugh at the other patrons, while not acknowledging that I'm just as much of a tool for going to a bar like that and doing nothing but standing around. But standing around by myself? I'm not Robert Downey Jr. or Johnny Depp, I'm not that interesting. You don't take your funeral to a party, and the reverse is also true. Strange, strange decision.
He arrives at home and is sitting around frowning at various things, when another friend contacts him, inviting him out to Norfolk to observe what is most certainly a wild scene involving a musician playing about nine instruments at once. He's regained some stamina at this point, but really doesn't feel up to the drive, so he declines but promises to get together with them down the road. Which he later did, but that's not the point. He starts reading various articles on wikipedia, and if you've ever been on wikipedia you know how you can branch out from Gavin Rossdale of Bush fame to reading the events of Ian Curtis' life. Which is what happened. During the course of this reading extravaganza our hero reads that Gavin Rossdale covered the song "Love Will Tear Us Apart" by Joy Division on an episode of Criminal Minds. Our hero didn't know this. But he wanted to hear it. He was intrigued, because he enjoys both halves of that particular union. So he sought out YouTube where everything on Earth has been filmed and posted online. Sure enough, there it was. After the viewing, our hero/momentary idiot made the mistake of looking at the other videos that are recommended based on the one you're viewing. He saw Mr. Rossdale had done a cover of Fleetwood Mac's song Landslide, which if you're familiar with it you know that it can be infinitely soul-crushing if you're not in the right frame of mind. Well our moronic hero listens to it anyway, and falls into quite a funk.
Then his phone chimes. It's a third friend, asking what he's doing. He seizes the moment and confesses his sheer boredom, and the friend invites him out to the bar where she works. Desperate to get out of the house he immediately gets up and leaves, and drives out there. As soon as he arrives and walks in the door, he is confronted by a few details that hadn't been apparent to him up till this point. He almost never drinks. He brought no one with him to converse with. The friend he's visiting is still working, so can't just sit around with him and discuss things that suck. He's also never been in such an environment before and has no idea what to do with himself.
So let's review: This goon turned down a chilled out setting with two friends, and also a more public but still relatively intimate setting with two other friends, to go to a bar full of people drinking and trying to hook up. I mean, the fool wasn't trying to get drunk. Wasn't trying to inflict his sexual escapades on any poor young women. He had nothing in common with 100% of the patrons in this environment.
What was I thinking?
To be fair, it could have been really fun if I'd brought someone with me so I could sit and laugh at the other patrons, while not acknowledging that I'm just as much of a tool for going to a bar like that and doing nothing but standing around. But standing around by myself? I'm not Robert Downey Jr. or Johnny Depp, I'm not that interesting. You don't take your funeral to a party, and the reverse is also true. Strange, strange decision.