Da Fishing Tournament - and a Mug
Sep. 27th, 2009 10:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorSo, I meandered on down to the Fishing Tournament with intent to smoke a nice big fat, clear paper joint with Kayla...but evidently the fractal patchwork of reality's fate lines deemed otherwise.
I went to the pub first, to see if I could find my old friend Rob - who had already disappeared to a private party (although he reappears later, fret not.)
Instead I caught up with Dan, Scot, Mike, Tyler, etc. and had a few drinks, which led to a speech on anarchism and a variety of others...Dan seemed most intrigued by it all, but that's alright. I know where people lay with regards to their attention spans. So the conversation did not need to stay there for long.
I went from the Pub to the Hotel with them, and continued the boisterous debauchery in the other for a time. When we returned to the pub from there (by far it was less happening) I managed to get Scot for a second without too many around, and we decided to take Dan for a "ride."
Two great strains of marijuana at the same time, you really can't beat that! And it was the first time I smoked with my old classmate...it was very nice. This is where Dan decided that I was making words up (I was talking about how "intellectuals" have a bunch of words to describe a series of other words (ideas) more easily, and that in general, in my opinion, all people were equal.) It was very Plato inspired, but I guess I let my vocabulary get the best of me. Dan seemed to think it was "crazy" -ugh- haha :) But this is why hiding behind a curtain of inebriation can be helpful.
When we returned, it was time to go wander around Fishing Tournament. I didn't see Kayla anywhere - although she was going to be with her boyfriend anyway, so I imagine they were off doing their thing. I got some fried dough...chatted with a kid who wants to go be an intern for a recording studio (more power to him) and generally just watched the people. There's a lot of girls I don't recognize nowadays, of age and not - equally many of them were "out of town-ers" I am sure, but for others I've seen some of their faces before at times. I can say with certainty I did not attract women, be that a result of my age (is 22 in the middle?) my looks, my attitude, the way I talk, or just the result of that night on that day under those conditions. This is acceptable. The truth is, I don't think I treat the opposite sex the same way I used too...I think there is an inherent fear associated with my dealings with them regardless of the circumstances or intentions, and unless that dissapates, I can't expect anything to happen for me in the near future.
Or maybe it's just that I'm in Tidioute, Pennsylvania. That's going to change though. Now I know what I have to do, eh? I can't sell myself short any longer. I've reintegrated my appearance, and this allows me to swing on the spiral much more effectively. At the least, this is a powerful positive. And swing on the spiral is exactly what I did, until I left town at midnight.
I am not lacking in social skills...what I am lacking is any capacity to deal with the opposite sex whatsoever.
I went to the pub first, to see if I could find my old friend Rob - who had already disappeared to a private party (although he reappears later, fret not.)
Instead I caught up with Dan, Scot, Mike, Tyler, etc. and had a few drinks, which led to a speech on anarchism and a variety of others...Dan seemed most intrigued by it all, but that's alright. I know where people lay with regards to their attention spans. So the conversation did not need to stay there for long.
I went from the Pub to the Hotel with them, and continued the boisterous debauchery in the other for a time. When we returned to the pub from there (by far it was less happening) I managed to get Scot for a second without too many around, and we decided to take Dan for a "ride."
Two great strains of marijuana at the same time, you really can't beat that! And it was the first time I smoked with my old classmate...it was very nice. This is where Dan decided that I was making words up (I was talking about how "intellectuals" have a bunch of words to describe a series of other words (ideas) more easily, and that in general, in my opinion, all people were equal.) It was very Plato inspired, but I guess I let my vocabulary get the best of me. Dan seemed to think it was "crazy" -ugh- haha :) But this is why hiding behind a curtain of inebriation can be helpful.
When we returned, it was time to go wander around Fishing Tournament. I didn't see Kayla anywhere - although she was going to be with her boyfriend anyway, so I imagine they were off doing their thing. I got some fried dough...chatted with a kid who wants to go be an intern for a recording studio (more power to him) and generally just watched the people. There's a lot of girls I don't recognize nowadays, of age and not - equally many of them were "out of town-ers" I am sure, but for others I've seen some of their faces before at times. I can say with certainty I did not attract women, be that a result of my age (is 22 in the middle?) my looks, my attitude, the way I talk, or just the result of that night on that day under those conditions. This is acceptable. The truth is, I don't think I treat the opposite sex the same way I used too...I think there is an inherent fear associated with my dealings with them regardless of the circumstances or intentions, and unless that dissapates, I can't expect anything to happen for me in the near future.
Or maybe it's just that I'm in Tidioute, Pennsylvania. That's going to change though. Now I know what I have to do, eh? I can't sell myself short any longer. I've reintegrated my appearance, and this allows me to swing on the spiral much more effectively. At the least, this is a powerful positive. And swing on the spiral is exactly what I did, until I left town at midnight.
I am not lacking in social skills...what I am lacking is any capacity to deal with the opposite sex whatsoever.
