This is not a humor blog.
This is my journal on the enemies
I make in this miracle called life.
A girl from my hometown and I occasionally ride the train together to work. Only by chance though - definitely not on purpose. What ends up happening is, she tells me about her problems. In particular, about the guy she currently has on-and-off-again relations with. And I do my part - I listen attentively and try to provide words of support. Even though I can tell the guy’s a doosh and a loser. Mostly a loser.
They’re back in their off state and have been for a couple weeks now.
A couple weeks ago, this girl invited me to go with her to an NBA game because she could no longer go with her on-and-off-again guy. And like a dumbass, I accepted. Because I felt bad that she was suddenly without a date. Even though watching basketball bores me and this girl is obviously going to be a bummer the whole time, moping over her at-present-off-guy.
My plan was to be optimistic and, as a back-up, drink a lot of beer at the game to get through it.
This girl and I were on the same train again today. She asked me, other than the couple of friends she’s heard me talk about hanging out with, what else I do on the weekends. I told her what you already know, that I mostly spend my time with old people and children
, or I spend my free time by myself.
She went berserk. Her eyes got all wide. “That’s NOT good. You should be spending your time with other people.”
Instantly, I was washed over with regret.
I simply answered, “BUT -- I like spending time with myself [unlike you].”
Her: Oh, r-right-right. Hey, you know, if that’s what works for you. So you mentioned you have a blog a while back?
Suddenly, I’m an acceptable person again.
You already know how this goes: I still have to go to the game with this girl.
Please. Beer me now so I can get a head start.