I find myself in state of much confusion. What do you do when someone, who you (rightly or wrongly) considered a friend, does something really rather shitty to two other people, who you also (rightly or wrongly) considered friends? Apparently, if your name is Ryan at least, what you do is write a really vague self-centric post about this thing which is not really anything to do with you and not really your business to discus, the latter part of which leads to the vagueness.
Last week I thought I had a very simple, easy to understand life. There was just enough excitement and intrigue to keep myself interested (that is interested in general as opposed to interested in myself, which is probably not the kind of thing one should encourage), but not too much such that it swam into drama or melodrama. All of sudden, due to the aforemntioned shitty thing, I'm not sure where I stand or, more alarmingly, where I want to be standing.
Bollocks.
In other, less vague and mopey, news, I've added a few places to my drank-there-in-Columbus list recently. The highlights of which were the Thirsty Ear Tavern (which came complete with live music from Chief Johnny Lonesome, and him and his band weren't half bad), Mac's (faux-Scottish) and the Ringside (although yesterday their 'open jam' was both too loud and not really good enough). The lowlight of which was a shitty Chinese restaurant/bar that we went to for a friends birthday last night, we only ended up there when we discovered that our destination of choice, the Blue Crystal, was both closed and looked more like a strip joint than a restaurant (which is not necessarily a bad thing).
Oh, and Tuesday night I wrestled with a cat — for the record, I think he won as I still have a couple of teeth or claw marks on my hand.
And yes, I'm just dicking around before going to the gym.
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What do you do when someone, who you (rightly or wrongly) considered a friend, does something really rather shitty to two other people, who you also (rightly or wrongly) considered friends?One traditional option is to go to the bar, drink large quantities of beer, and swear a lot.
One traditional option is to go to the bar, drink large quantities of beer, and swear a lot.
Now, while I must admit that I am usually in favour of any option which involves beer, swearing or better yet both, there is one slight drawback in this particular case. The drawback being that my usual watering hole of choice was both the location of, and a central plot theme in, the aforementioned shitty act. (After all, where else in Columbus do I even know three people, never mind three people I'd consider friends, than the bar downstairs?) All of which has led me to be somewhat reluctant to return to my seat at the bar.
Needless to say other locations have been used for the application of beer.
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