To explain my last journal a bit...I am aparently a "Crazy" magnet . Seems like EVERY girl that I wind up trying to have some sort of relationship with has some monumental psychological issues hidden just below the surface . I am far from perfect , but at least I consider myself to be reasonably well adjusted . Some may argue that point , but I stand firm in my belief . My problem is that I can't seem to find any women that are reasonably well adjusted too . For instance , I think that every girl that I've dated seriously has had some kind of abusive relationship in her past . Is this common ? I ask 'cause I know that I've never beaten any women and I'm fairly sure that none of my friends or family members have either . So what are the odds that I happen to find all the girls that have been in these terrible relationships ? I don't want to sound callous or unsympathetic . I DO try to understand and be as supportive as I can . I've had a LOT of experience in this area , so I'm getting pretty good at it . It's just that I'm not looking to be anybody's shrink . If you need psychological help , see a professional . I'm unqualified to do the job . So that's what I was talking about . I'm just getting exhausted trying to deal with this over and over again . There ARE still a few women out there that are somewhat mentally stable , aren't there ? 
So as not to end on a depressing note...I attended my company's Christmas party last night . It was held at PNC Park in downtown Pittsburgh . For those out of towners , PNC Park is where the Pittsburgh Pirates play . The place was REALLY nice . All upscale and classy . Problems first arose when our store manager decided to carry his speech on a little too long and began to cut into the Steeler's game . Pittsburgh folks are dangerous when you get in between them and their sports teams , especially when their team is 10 and 1 ( After Sunday night's last minute win 11 and 1
) . People began slowly getting up and leaving the ballroom area to make their way into the bar area where the game was showing . Our manager , who isn't originally from Pennsylvania OR a football fan got a little agititated , but fuck him . It's the STEELERS . Next up on the night's tragedies was having a large number of rowdy football fans dressed in suits and ties drinking heavily and all gathered in a small area . Luckily there were no fights that I was aware of , but several people got their fancy duds dowsed in beer . I was standing next to somebody who , after we scored the winning field goal , got slapped on the back by one of the other fanatics . He was , unfortunately , VERY drunk and had apparently disabled his balance and coordination center of his brain . He toppled like a chainsawed oak tree . Right onto ME . Thank God for Dockers stain repellent pants 'cause I got about 12oz's of beer dumped all over my leg . If not for the fact that he was laying on the floor in a pool of spilled beer , I may have been upset . It was DAMN funny though . 
After the game people started dancing . It was terrifying . A bunch of old drunk white people in various states of undress trying to dance . One guy ( There's ALWAYS one guy ) decided to tie his necktie around his head unbutton his shirt and try to get jiggy . You can never LOSE your dignity , you can only give it away . I wept for him . The final blow was struck when we left the classy place and went to the sports bar across the street . Now pretty much everybody is already drunk , so there was absolutely NO call to go to ANOTHER bar . Strangely enough , I managed to stay fairly sober as I had to drive home from the heart of Pittsburgh . Oh , I forgot to mention that I HATE to drive downtown and do so very rarely . In fact , when I was arriving to the party I found the stadium with no problem . I even found the parking lot where we were supposed to park . What I failed to do was find the right entrance to the lot . I circled around to where I thought the entrance was , but THAT entrance was closed . So I'm like " I'll just go up this street and turn around" . WRONG . I wound up in some kind of fucked up High Occupancy Vehicle lane which has NO exits . I am also pretty much the ONLY car in it . I was so pissed off that I wound up doing like 80mph up this empty part of the highway...right past a cop . Luckily he was on the OTHER side of the divider . So I have to go WAAAAY out of my way before I can even find an exit to get turned around . Stupid-ass city planners with their fucked up motorist traps . Anyway , back to the bar...Like I said , everybody was pretty much already wasted . So I'm standing there talking to some friends when all of a sudden there's some sort of commotion off to the side . There was no doubt that it was somebody from our party . Bouncers are running over and people are yelling . I thought somebody was getting beat down . Nope . One of the punks who just learned how to drink was projectile vomiting all over the bar . Amateurs .
So we all decide that this would be a good time to depart . Guess what???? I wind up having to babysit one of the afore mentioned crazy girls who's ALSO drunk now . It all comes full circle , doesn't it ?
So as not to end on a depressing note...I attended my company's Christmas party last night . It was held at PNC Park in downtown Pittsburgh . For those out of towners , PNC Park is where the Pittsburgh Pirates play . The place was REALLY nice . All upscale and classy . Problems first arose when our store manager decided to carry his speech on a little too long and began to cut into the Steeler's game . Pittsburgh folks are dangerous when you get in between them and their sports teams , especially when their team is 10 and 1 ( After Sunday night's last minute win 11 and 1
) . People began slowly getting up and leaving the ballroom area to make their way into the bar area where the game was showing . Our manager , who isn't originally from Pennsylvania OR a football fan got a little agititated , but fuck him . It's the STEELERS . Next up on the night's tragedies was having a large number of rowdy football fans dressed in suits and ties drinking heavily and all gathered in a small area . Luckily there were no fights that I was aware of , but several people got their fancy duds dowsed in beer . I was standing next to somebody who , after we scored the winning field goal , got slapped on the back by one of the other fanatics . He was , unfortunately , VERY drunk and had apparently disabled his balance and coordination center of his brain . He toppled like a chainsawed oak tree . Right onto ME . Thank God for Dockers stain repellent pants 'cause I got about 12oz's of beer dumped all over my leg . If not for the fact that he was laying on the floor in a pool of spilled beer , I may have been upset . It was DAMN funny though .
After the game people started dancing . It was terrifying . A bunch of old drunk white people in various states of undress trying to dance . One guy ( There's ALWAYS one guy ) decided to tie his necktie around his head unbutton his shirt and try to get jiggy . You can never LOSE your dignity , you can only give it away . I wept for him . The final blow was struck when we left the classy place and went to the sports bar across the street . Now pretty much everybody is already drunk , so there was absolutely NO call to go to ANOTHER bar . Strangely enough , I managed to stay fairly sober as I had to drive home from the heart of Pittsburgh . Oh , I forgot to mention that I HATE to drive downtown and do so very rarely . In fact , when I was arriving to the party I found the stadium with no problem . I even found the parking lot where we were supposed to park . What I failed to do was find the right entrance to the lot . I circled around to where I thought the entrance was , but THAT entrance was closed . So I'm like " I'll just go up this street and turn around" . WRONG . I wound up in some kind of fucked up High Occupancy Vehicle lane which has NO exits . I am also pretty much the ONLY car in it . I was so pissed off that I wound up doing like 80mph up this empty part of the highway...right past a cop . Luckily he was on the OTHER side of the divider . So I have to go WAAAAY out of my way before I can even find an exit to get turned around . Stupid-ass city planners with their fucked up motorist traps . Anyway , back to the bar...Like I said , everybody was pretty much already wasted . So I'm standing there talking to some friends when all of a sudden there's some sort of commotion off to the side . There was no doubt that it was somebody from our party . Bouncers are running over and people are yelling . I thought somebody was getting beat down . Nope . One of the punks who just learned how to drink was projectile vomiting all over the bar . Amateurs .
So we all decide that this would be a good time to depart . Guess what???? I wind up having to babysit one of the afore mentioned crazy girls who's ALSO drunk now . It all comes full circle , doesn't it ?
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darklis:
Actually that DID make me laugh. I love your journals. I can almost see that guy with the necktie headband. For the record, I have never been in an abusive relationship, as anyone who has ever even come close to hitting me is buried in my backyard. (My mom included)
I love your journals. I can almost see that guy with the necktie headband. For the record, I have never been in an abusive relationship, as anyone who has ever even come close to hitting me is buried in my backyard. (My mom included)
obsidian_:
wait Pittsburgians like football? I never knew....