Nobody's Perfect
Is Saskatoon too small? It is too small that you couldn’t hope for for the chance of going to a bar and not knowing atleast one person who no longer wants to know you are?
I went to Lydia’s last night with Evan to see the band Tim Vaughn (formerly known as open vintage, I love it when bands take on the names of the lead singer, it always happens when the lead singer becomes moderately big. And I always assume it’s some form of assholism it’s like saying I’m big enough right now that my shitty name can be the title of my band and I’ll still sell tickets (I assume he doesn’t sell albums- otherwise he probably wouldn’t play at Lydias every 3rd night). If I was the drummer or base guitarist in a band that isn’t even famous and the name of the band was the lead singer’s name I’d kill myself… which isn’t saying a whole lot, I’d kill myself if I had to bake cookies tonight, or watch another 20 seconds of Survivor or Canadian Idol or tv in general.
Anyway while in Lydia’s I was busy people watching and then I caught myself looking at this group of people and before I realized what I was doing I realized that Lindsay Q was looking at me and I her… I apologized to Evan but he couldn’t hear what I was saying. When she reached our table I realized that she had absolutely no interest in talking to me, not one bit. She talked to Evan the whole time, I listened to Evan spout off his rehearsed answers to her questions: Loved New Zealand, Hate Saskatoon, and the solution: getting the fuck out of dodge. After exchanging numbers and introducing Evan to her boyfriend/friend/blowup doll and giving a brief biography of Evan she was off to do whatever it is that she does. Notice that my name isn’t there any-where.
I can’t say that I’m upset by this, but this isn’t the first time this has happened nor is it the 10th, 20th or even the 30th time this has happened. No longer has one person any incline to bother with chit chat with me. Which is good, but I just find that it happened all so fast over the span of say: 20 seconds.
People I don’t even mind occasionally talking with will not acknowledge me, and these are friendly people! People who will come and talk to the guy beside me (usually Evan) and ignore my entire existence.
Once again I’ll reiterate that I’m not bitter, and instead I’m probably pretty impressed with myself. Impressed for accomplishing the feat of being no longer liked by anyone other than maybe 5 people, so as a result, I can brag forevermore as being the person who has the fewest friends on this planet- most importantly the fewest friends by more-or-less choice.
I guess for being a failure at most other things I’ve done in life, being unapproachable is working out… so is making a mean margarita.
I went to Lydia’s last night with Evan to see the band Tim Vaughn (formerly known as open vintage, I love it when bands take on the names of the lead singer, it always happens when the lead singer becomes moderately big. And I always assume it’s some form of assholism it’s like saying I’m big enough right now that my shitty name can be the title of my band and I’ll still sell tickets (I assume he doesn’t sell albums- otherwise he probably wouldn’t play at Lydias every 3rd night). If I was the drummer or base guitarist in a band that isn’t even famous and the name of the band was the lead singer’s name I’d kill myself… which isn’t saying a whole lot, I’d kill myself if I had to bake cookies tonight, or watch another 20 seconds of Survivor or Canadian Idol or tv in general.
Anyway while in Lydia’s I was busy people watching and then I caught myself looking at this group of people and before I realized what I was doing I realized that Lindsay Q was looking at me and I her… I apologized to Evan but he couldn’t hear what I was saying. When she reached our table I realized that she had absolutely no interest in talking to me, not one bit. She talked to Evan the whole time, I listened to Evan spout off his rehearsed answers to her questions: Loved New Zealand, Hate Saskatoon, and the solution: getting the fuck out of dodge. After exchanging numbers and introducing Evan to her boyfriend/friend/blowup doll and giving a brief biography of Evan she was off to do whatever it is that she does. Notice that my name isn’t there any-where.
I can’t say that I’m upset by this, but this isn’t the first time this has happened nor is it the 10th, 20th or even the 30th time this has happened. No longer has one person any incline to bother with chit chat with me. Which is good, but I just find that it happened all so fast over the span of say: 20 seconds.
People I don’t even mind occasionally talking with will not acknowledge me, and these are friendly people! People who will come and talk to the guy beside me (usually Evan) and ignore my entire existence.
Once again I’ll reiterate that I’m not bitter, and instead I’m probably pretty impressed with myself. Impressed for accomplishing the feat of being no longer liked by anyone other than maybe 5 people, so as a result, I can brag forevermore as being the person who has the fewest friends on this planet- most importantly the fewest friends by more-or-less choice.
I guess for being a failure at most other things I’ve done in life, being unapproachable is working out… so is making a mean margarita.
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