Thoughts about life…
Some mornings you wake up feeling up.
Some mornings you wake up feeling down.
And some mornings you can’t distinguish between the two.
Things that happen in life are quite interesting to watch unfold. You’re writing your own story while others are writing theirs and sometimes both of your books match up, and then move on. I’ve been raving quite a bit recently, and have been having a blast at every event that I’ve been to. The only time that I didn’t have a full loaded night of fun was last night when we went to Lyrics for a Victoria’s Secret Valentine’s Rave. I wish I had done more research, and I wish that my friend knew that she wasn’t going to get to dance during one of her DJ friend’s sets because I probably would have chosen to not go. The night did have some fun times, I mean we got to chat with Royal a bit, and I got to say hello to Andrey again. Last time I saw him was at Nocturnal Wonderland 2005, my first rave.
Maybe it’s the scene that’s got me wiggin a little. Maybe it’s the rave, Event Horizon 2006, I’m going to tonight. Maybe it’s because Grant’s here and he doesn’t like raves at all and I put him through hell last night, I dunno. There are so many possible reasons, but trying to pinpoint which it is really doesn’t do anything but burn time, and that’s not something I have a lot of these days.
I dunno, maybe I want to be able to hang out with certain people from the scene outside of the rave so that it feels like we’re real friends that I can call to say hello, talk to, and hang out with, rather then feeling like I only know them at the rave. I guess that’s partly my fault since I’m 25 and most of them aren’t near that age. Maybe I have more time under my belt and want more then a quick weekend pick-me-up. Maybe I’m scared, and I think this is true whether the previous statement is true or not. Anyone that I hang out with that is under 18 I put myself in jeopardy. My friend found this out the hard way when the law stated that 18 is 18 and it doesn’t matter if she turns 18 in a week, 17 isn’t 18.
I’m not much for taking non-calculable risks, and the one thing if nothing else that I learned back in High School is that girls are completely 100% incalculable. They are definitely unique, and that’s probably what strikes the most fear into me. I’ve always been able to figure most things out, but never once have I figured out girls.
Oh well, guess that’s the fun puzzles of life.