So, last night was the night where a girl can dress like a slut and get away with it. I, however, chose to go a different route. And as seems to be the case with most costumes that aren't a slutty this, I had to explain to a lot of people who I was. Although most did say that they had only seen the movie once which I view as a tragedy in their lives but alas.....
It was also yet another night of going out and not really connecting with any one. Sometimes I feel like I am so alone and disconnected from the people around me. I just don't have the energy to try to make small talk with people I know I'm not going to see again. (And yes, I realize that I have no way of knowing if I'm going to see someone again or not, but when you're talking to a random person at a party and they clearly would rather be elsewhere, you just have a gut feeling.) I realize that I am not the type of person that when I first meet someone they're like "I have to hang out with her more". I am more of a slow realization of how awesome I am. And that's ok. It makes me wonder if I'm also using the fact that I'm leaving as a catalyst to not bothering to meet new people. It makes me sad because I am sure these people are all really nice but I just find it really hard to want to get to know someone if I am just going to be leaving in a few months any way.
Also, we got snow yesterday. Snow. On October 29. Weird.
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