I never feel bored in the daytime because there is really nothing to do anyway. All the exciting stuff begins at night. The only problem is that I’ve made such a point of being in my own head all of the time, that I don’t have any friends. I mean that. I have absolutely no friends. I’ve recently reconnected with a few people on Facebook that I went to school with when I was young, but that’s not the same as having friends. I don’t know what it is with me. Maybe I hold people to too high standards and when they screw up (as human beings tend to do) I just don’t want to be bothered anymore. However, in my defense, I’ve noticed that for most people, screwing up is not just a once in a while thing, but a continuous one.
I should have made some friends with the people at my last job. They were an alright bunch, and it would have given me some people to hang out with on the weekends. Nothing screams loser so loud as being a twenty something living in NYC and having no plans on the weekend, every weekend.
Most of the time I like being by myself. There’s no pressure to act a certain way or be entertaining or anything like that. But sometimes, like at nights and especially on the weekends, it gets a bit annoying. To know that everyone is out and having fun, and I’m sitting home, in my room, on my computer watching old Beavis and Butthead DVD’s. Beavis and Butthead rock, but I’ve seen those DVD’s many, many times.
