It's really time for a new blog but I got nothin. I'm seriously running on empty right now. Maybe I'll go to bed tonight before 2 am. And it's a Friday night to boot. I feel kinda pathetic about that. Is that something I should be depressed about? That I'm 29 and I'd rather sit at home on a Friday night reading a book or watching a movie than hitting up the bars?
On the one hand, I complain that I don't meet any single women when everybody is hooking up around me. That I'm the perpetual single guy going stag to the weddings of all my friends who have less social skills than I do. I seriously feel like a higher power is cock blocking me deliberately for some reason that I can't figure out. I've felt this way for a while and so far, there has been an abundance of evidence to prove that theory and nothing to disprove it. This pisses me off. But it's another story altogether.
On the other hand, I like relaxing at home on the weekend. Plus even when I do go out on the town, I don't meet any single women. Seriously. None. So I go out and spend lots of money on booze and there is no payoff. So why the hell not stay in or only end up going out and seeing your closest friends who have all long since paired off. One couple has an adorable daughter and another is expecting. Even my oldest friend, the other stalwart bachelor of the group has met a special someone. Ant then there's me. This paragraph was supposed to be the other hand but that ran out after the first couple sentences. So the other hand in which I justify my weekends must be like the gimpy Radar O'Reilley hand.
I don't know where I'm going with this. It's pure stream of thought right now. I dunno. I just don't get it. I'd say I'm doing something wrong but I really don't know how to find an opportunity to do something right. Any thoughts? Really, I'm open to suggestions. Or to meeting any cute SGs in the Philly area.
On the one hand, I complain that I don't meet any single women when everybody is hooking up around me. That I'm the perpetual single guy going stag to the weddings of all my friends who have less social skills than I do. I seriously feel like a higher power is cock blocking me deliberately for some reason that I can't figure out. I've felt this way for a while and so far, there has been an abundance of evidence to prove that theory and nothing to disprove it. This pisses me off. But it's another story altogether.
On the other hand, I like relaxing at home on the weekend. Plus even when I do go out on the town, I don't meet any single women. Seriously. None. So I go out and spend lots of money on booze and there is no payoff. So why the hell not stay in or only end up going out and seeing your closest friends who have all long since paired off. One couple has an adorable daughter and another is expecting. Even my oldest friend, the other stalwart bachelor of the group has met a special someone. Ant then there's me. This paragraph was supposed to be the other hand but that ran out after the first couple sentences. So the other hand in which I justify my weekends must be like the gimpy Radar O'Reilley hand.
I don't know where I'm going with this. It's pure stream of thought right now. I dunno. I just don't get it. I'd say I'm doing something wrong but I really don't know how to find an opportunity to do something right. Any thoughts? Really, I'm open to suggestions. Or to meeting any cute SGs in the Philly area.
riae:
Thank you gor the sweet comment on my new set 