Alcohol and solitude — bliss
Again I’m lagging behind a bit with my writing. At least I’ve jotted down a few ideas. Just need to find time to sit down and write. Somewhat difficult when I have to prepare for exams and try to hand in essays on the due date. Or when trying to be social.
Tired of social norms.
Tired of faking it.
Tired of bullshit!
Today had been perfect to spend at home, just relaxing and maybe write a column or two. Instead we had been invited to some celebratory event at a restaurant we’ve never heard about before. Except the amazingly shitty reviews it had been given. Annoyances like ‘too loud’ and ‘too expensive’ was mentioned a few times. Low and behold, they were right. It was an absolute shithole. Because of my CAPD, conversation wasn’t really an option for me, couldn’t hear a damn thing due to the high noise-level. Mentally I wasn’t keen on going out. I could’ve been convinced to stay if I could hear what people were saying and I could justify their alcohol prices. Instead it turned out, for me, a shit night.
I don’t like being a party pooper, but I more hate having to bend over backwards to make everyone else happy. We humans are social creatures, but I think we misunderstand the concept regarding being social as a species. Just look at pack animals. They are social, because it benefits the whole group. If they do something that will disrupt group harmony, they will try to avoid it, if possible. You will also get the shit kicked out of you if you annoy someone too much. But we humans, we just put on a fake smile and go along like a bloody muppet — just the please everyone else.
We [humans] have maybe created amazing things like computers, but in general we are a bunch of fucking idiots.
I love technology, but sometimes I wish an EMP exploded and sent us back to the stone age. Maybe we would get our shit back together again. Or die out and let this planet actually thrive without us.
Alcohol keeps me somewhat sane.
