Hey Folks, what’s up? I’m in navel gaze again, trying to figure myself out. I often complain about the lack of social outlets here in Satan’s Anus, but really I’m kind of misrepresenting myself. You see, I’m not a social cat at all. I’m quite the opposite.
I’m the guy at the end of the bar, solo. Though I’m in a couple of fraternal organizations, I don’t particularly care for the company of that many other people. People tend to talk more than they listen, which upsets me to no end. It’s O.K. to shut the fuck up once in a while. For real.
I love my frat. My frat brothers? Some of them. Sometimes. In a fraternal situation, you’ll interact with cats you might not ever kick it with in life under normal circumstances. Sometimes that’s cool. Other times, not so much. Arrogance, abrasiveness, all around assholery abound. I’m the “Dip” King. As soon as everyone is having a good ol’ time, I’m out. I quietly slip away, everytime.
I don’t go to the movies more than twice a year. The communal experience of sitting in a theatre with a bunch of apolite jackasses doesn’t move me. Hollywood hasn’t put out a compelling enough story for me to go sit in a full movie theatre more than a couple of times a year. The only time I go is when I’m extremely bored or on a date, which brings me to my next observation.
I love going out alone. It is an awesome experience. I already, as I’ve stated before, don’t talk a lot. So I love to sit in bars and people watch. The longer I sit alone, the more likely I’ll have multiple women hit on me, especially if they arrive in a group. I don’t know what it is, but I get more phone numbers when I sit and drink than if I’m actively trying to pull. I don’t understand it, but it’s the one situation where my anti-social behavior benefits me.
Once dating begins, it’s another story. I’ll see you when I see you. Most of the time, you won’t see me or hear from me, even if I like you. Why? Because you’ll want to be around me. And talk. A lot.
It’s not that I hate people. I hate dumb people. And I’m outnumbered and shit, like Socrates Fortlow. I’m sure we could hang, fellow bloggers. We can go out for drinks. And at the height of the evening, look around. I’ll probably be gone by then.
Stay Tight,
KZ
I’m the guy at the end of the bar, solo. Though I’m in a couple of fraternal organizations, I don’t particularly care for the company of that many other people. People tend to talk more than they listen, which upsets me to no end. It’s O.K. to shut the fuck up once in a while. For real.
I love my frat. My frat brothers? Some of them. Sometimes. In a fraternal situation, you’ll interact with cats you might not ever kick it with in life under normal circumstances. Sometimes that’s cool. Other times, not so much. Arrogance, abrasiveness, all around assholery abound. I’m the “Dip” King. As soon as everyone is having a good ol’ time, I’m out. I quietly slip away, everytime.
I don’t go to the movies more than twice a year. The communal experience of sitting in a theatre with a bunch of apolite jackasses doesn’t move me. Hollywood hasn’t put out a compelling enough story for me to go sit in a full movie theatre more than a couple of times a year. The only time I go is when I’m extremely bored or on a date, which brings me to my next observation.
I love going out alone. It is an awesome experience. I already, as I’ve stated before, don’t talk a lot. So I love to sit in bars and people watch. The longer I sit alone, the more likely I’ll have multiple women hit on me, especially if they arrive in a group. I don’t know what it is, but I get more phone numbers when I sit and drink than if I’m actively trying to pull. I don’t understand it, but it’s the one situation where my anti-social behavior benefits me.
Once dating begins, it’s another story. I’ll see you when I see you. Most of the time, you won’t see me or hear from me, even if I like you. Why? Because you’ll want to be around me. And talk. A lot.
It’s not that I hate people. I hate dumb people. And I’m outnumbered and shit, like Socrates Fortlow. I’m sure we could hang, fellow bloggers. We can go out for drinks. And at the height of the evening, look around. I’ll probably be gone by then.
Stay Tight,
KZ
6 comments:
Dear sweet complicated Zeddy.... reading this post would make people thinkl that you are an AWESOME ASSHOLE. But quite the contrary, faithful readers, Zed is one of the most INTELLIGENT, FUNNY and NICE people...
uh-oh....wait a minute...
Disclaimer: only if you have not fucked him
*on with the comment*....
that I know. You really feel the EXACT way you just said you did about those various things, however, you are not that "absolute" either.... *smile*
who luvs ya baby? *as I walk off with a Lolipop in my mouth*.....
LMAO @ intelligentresponse:)
I see I'm not the only one that calls you Zeddy...:)
I have to agree with Robyn...on those characteristics...:)
Be Easy Baby!:)
I totally feel you on this one, Zed. I enjoy spending time alone...I am social, but once they get comfortable enough to want to spill their guts, I jet...I remember you mentioning in previous posts that you belong to a frat...no comment!
I swear we're the same person in diff forms, I'm the same in social situations and I don't feel like bein around folks who're interested in me for long either. Somethin wrong wif us, *lol*.
The "Dip King" I'm so stealing and using that one.
From one solo artist to another - I feel ya.
i don't know how i missed this but yeah, i used to love doing everything by myself, then i feel in love and not that i don't have my love i am sort of stuck...i want to hang out but not with people who want to talk and try and pick my brain...makes sense?
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