Today, I spent some time with some old friends.

(Quick type up! While I’m just out of the shower and the thoughts are fresh in my head like… the bread at Subway. I’m thinking I should write properly more often, so I can keep my brain… like, exercised and ready to go or whatever.)

We spent most of our hours playing games (i.e. really intense first person shooters and competitive Monopoly at it’s finest) or discussing games (e.g. eating and discussing children’s card games at the same time) and I had a load of fun. Basically it was just us swearing the shit out of hell at the TV whenever someone died or someone fucked up, and then us swearing the shit out of hell whenever someone had to pay rent (something along the lines of “how about I piss all over the rooms of your hotel and you fuck off?”). It was really fun, calling each other names, mocking each other’s mothers, telling each other to piss off/suck shit/kill themselves – well, really kind of immature maybe. Some sort of male privilege? Tonight I saw some joke thing – something like ‘If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah. If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla and Four-eyes.’ Is that even a privilege? Haha, probably. Its kind of like lovers and how they give each other pet names, but everyone else thinks its sickeningly disgusting. Ah, and now I’m saying we’re all latent homosexuals. I think I’m getting off-topic here though.

What I wanted to say was, well, recently (for the past year or two actually) I’ve been hanging out with some other people a lot – they’re bubbly and fun and loud and raucous – and I thought I could have fun with them too, that I could fit in, somehow. But after leaving tonight, I realized I had had much more fun in those last six hours than every other night I had spent with those other people combined. And I kinda thought something along the lines of, why don’t I hang out more with people I actually like?
I kind of want to be friends with everybody though. I don’t want to be like, “lets not hang out anymore because I really don’t like any of you!” because that would be sad and I actually know these people… and because I know people like that, people who have said things like “let’s keep in touch even when we leave high school! I’ll miss you so much!” and then they just don’t want to see you anymore. People like that kind of piss me off. What the hell kind of person does that make you?

I’m sure I had a point to this post… Oh, right. ^^
Usually, when someone asks me if they should unfollow someone (twitter, tumblr, etc) I’d probably be like DO IT. Because, hello internet person, I don’t even know you, why should I care about how you feel if one person unfollows you? I was going to say (as the point of this self-realizational type blog) that maybe the above feelings signal a departure from that kind of thinking for me (the “fuck everyone! I’m going to live my life!” kind of ethic), but on second thought, I think people on the internet getting sad over unfollowers is pretty pathetic, compared to ending/screwing up some pretty legit friendships you’ve had, soooo yeah. Deal with it, internet people.