I just don't know what to think sometimes
Oct. 30th, 2005 10:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiI went to a Halloween party last night and behaved myself rather well. I also discovered some things:
First of all, I'll take a dive bar over a trendy club any day of the week.
Secondly, there does seem to be an age limit for Halloween. I'm just not as into it as I used to be. Finding a costume was more of a "what do I have lying around the house?" kind of affair. I did manage to find a sarong/tablecloth that I fashioned into a fetching muu muu. But it was more of a hassle than anything.
Third, I seem to have become "one of the guys" with the boys I play soccer with. I just don't know how to feel about that. It's great that they consider me a friend and someone to pal around with, but it has its limits. The topic of conversation turned to how most of them didn't really feel up to coming out, but they couldn't really not come out because Halloween is the one time of year that girls decide to dress like sluts and they have to be there for that. Me: "Excuse me. Do you not see me standing here?" Them: "Oh, we don't mean you!" Now what does that mean? That's the kind of comment that I would take badly no matter how they meant it.
Fourth, and almost completely unrelated, I'm beginning to worry about how flaky I've gotten recently. I've always been on the absent-minded side, but lately it's almost been scary. I write stuff down so I remember to do it, then I flake on reading what I wrote.
There's more, but I've lost interest in writing more.
Quote of the week: "The next time I take a pottery class, I'm going to make a 'Fuck-it Bucket'" -- My mother (sounding inspired and proud of herself).
First of all, I'll take a dive bar over a trendy club any day of the week.
Secondly, there does seem to be an age limit for Halloween. I'm just not as into it as I used to be. Finding a costume was more of a "what do I have lying around the house?" kind of affair. I did manage to find a sarong/tablecloth that I fashioned into a fetching muu muu. But it was more of a hassle than anything.
Third, I seem to have become "one of the guys" with the boys I play soccer with. I just don't know how to feel about that. It's great that they consider me a friend and someone to pal around with, but it has its limits. The topic of conversation turned to how most of them didn't really feel up to coming out, but they couldn't really not come out because Halloween is the one time of year that girls decide to dress like sluts and they have to be there for that. Me: "Excuse me. Do you not see me standing here?" Them: "Oh, we don't mean you!" Now what does that mean? That's the kind of comment that I would take badly no matter how they meant it.
Fourth, and almost completely unrelated, I'm beginning to worry about how flaky I've gotten recently. I've always been on the absent-minded side, but lately it's almost been scary. I write stuff down so I remember to do it, then I flake on reading what I wrote.
There's more, but I've lost interest in writing more.
Quote of the week: "The next time I take a pottery class, I'm going to make a 'Fuck-it Bucket'" -- My mother (sounding inspired and proud of herself).
