Crying Birthday Girls
My birthday is tomorrow. I’m no longer excited about this prospect. Mainly, I’m just looking forward to my family paying for my dinner. I start the new job early Monday morning, so there won’t be too much drinking Sunday. Besides, I’ve had my fill, my cells are used to it and it loses its draw once you’re 21. I suspect that I’ll have some big rumination Sunday on the nature of my life at the age of 24, so I won’t bore you with too much more today. Went to dinner last night (courtesy of 4A and K… there were 5 people with names starting with ”A” there…) and had a great time. Thanks! And to the person who commented below… here’s the things you can do:
1) Do nothing. If you don’t know the person, you don’t lose any points.
2) Comfort them. If it’s a friend or someone you know, then you have to do this. If it’s someone you don’t know, it can have its positives. You can score some sympathy points, being the shoulder to cry on and all. But note this my friend, from someone who knows, the crying is usually about a boyfriend or something… it’s true. It’s all true. Girls ain’t crying about the stuff we cry about (ie. not getting laid, messing up a mission on GTA: Vice City, or watching a baby puppy die [ok, everyone cries about this]. But you put those girls in a party situation with a little too much booze, and everyone pawing them ham-handedly, they can think nothing more than about their boyfriend that dumped them or how much they miss their boyfriend who’s away in the navy shagging some Thai hooker. When you comfort them, what do you become? You become their friend, their pal, the nice guy that just wants to listen and doesn’t want to grope them. This is a bad situation to be in… but you know what? Fuck it. Do whatever you want. It’s all going to hell anyway. We’re all dying a minute at a time…. On that light note, I’ll see you all tomorrow.