I complain about the people here where I live a lot. But I hate to admit it but these people are pretty interesting. I never grew up hanging out in cool groups. I had my few friends and we were just average folk. Not popular, not unpopular. Not stoners though we smoked a lot of weed. We weren’t jocks, we weren’t geeks. Just average folk. We weren’t members of any groups or cliques.
But now I am getting a free show here about the underbelly of life. I’m not sure if that’s how to put it correctly. But I get to see these people playing their games and screwing each other over and what not. I see the near fights and I get to hear and see crazy stuff every day. I see why people are attracted to that stuff.
I’m too old for that kind of life but it makes for some good drama. And I just figured out tonight that these people accept me for the most part. I guess they are just used to me by now. I hate being victim to some of this stuff but maybe I’ll learn something. Yeah, I hate them sometimes but it’s interesting.
Oh yeah, i gave a 38 year old woman a ride to Wendy’s yesterday because she wanted some ice cream. I didn’t mind, it felt nice to be useful and help these people a little. I mentioned to her something about the beach and she asked if I wanted to go to the beach this Thursday!!
I’m thinking “Cha-ching”. Kidding! (or am I?) No, definitely kidding. I can’t go because that’s the day I move out but I felt flattered to be invited. I guess there’s a positive side to everything negative.
Outlook good
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world. — Arthur Schopenhauer