kicking it old skool

Pet hate #237: the grey area

you know what I'm talking about. It's that situation where you know somebody (well, their name, at least) but you don't really "know" them, per se. So you say "Hi, how are you?", even though you couldn't give a flying fuck how they are. And they respond "Good thanks. How are you doing?", even though (no doubt) THEY don't give 2 shits of a rats ass. To which you reply "good thanks" and then be on your merry way.

I hate that. I hate that so much. It's one of those social niceties I could live without. Face it: do you really care about my issues? Would you really, honestly and truly, like to hear about my work problems, my mommy issues, my rash?

um, NO! You dont! Just like I couldn't care about you!

You see the thing is, people are by definition, selfish. Oh yeah, you KNOW IT! In almost everything you do there is that distinct "what's init for me?" factor. And it can be anything: personal achievement, personal gain (many forms: financial, emotional, physical ect.). Maybe it's sex. Or maybe something more sinister and malicious (if that's your thing.)

Maybe it's just the satisfaction of being able to help someone, like a friend that really needed that shoulder to cry on. Bottom line: there is always something in it for you.

There is, of course, an exception to this rule.

I reckon that in this world, there are only about a handfull (not counting close family) of people who you really and truly KNOW. These guys either grew up with you, or have been to hell and back with you (or both) and you share a lifelong bond that will never be broken. These are the people you can always rely on, no matter what. No matter what you've done, or whose wife or sister you slept with, what you said or did, they will always be there for you, and vice versa.

I define this group as "my chosen family", the likeminded few in which I've found a little bit of myself. A true reflection of who I am.

But I digress.

Tonight, I'm feeling very much up for a party. It's Thursday. I'm pissed. And everybody I know is either "studying" or "writing exams", which doesn't fit in at all with my party plans.

I think I'm going to go let my presence be felt at a few choice bars around town...

i never loved that girl