It occurred to me that I should be going out abit more. 11 days of locking myself in the room apart from work and the occasional bgff dinner - calls my actions into questions - at any rate I was going to be a grouch, and a smelly one at it.
I am usually averse to hanging out with this crowd. But I did, for Shas - so long since I last cared to do anything for anyone.
Hanging out with this crew did nothing to convince me otherwise, I am tempted to further draw myself away; they probably feel the same way, no matter. I remain aversed. And nothing will change that.
I am not quite able to put a finger to why the movie The Mummy sucked. But it did and I didnt enjoy it.
Blame it on the people I watched the movie with - again, the averse crowd. Hmm. Probably.
I wanted to drink, but suffice to say I dont get a say. I dont get to choose where we go.
We end up at Helipad. A place with no authenticity. Is this how a helipad really looks like? I dont know. I dont like planes now.
The whole chillout was significantly different from how I'd expected a chillout to be because I was so quiet, I'm beginning to really believe I am an Introvert. If I could leave, I would have and I would not mind.
But I stucked to the end of 3:00am, finished the beer and gave myself the usual conclusion I gave (after the movie with the crowd), that really, I think it was them that I genuinely did not enjoy myself.
Photography proof
Nothing seemed to suit both my temperament and circumstance that night as I left in a cab.
Because to such an understanding, I view sex essentially different from you.
And no, I will not do it - not even if you paid me.
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