Everything Is Not For Everyone

You’re so vain, you probably think this rave is about you.

You know when you’re at a party and in a judgy wudgy mode? Miserable and mopey occupied by negative thoughts and/or griping to your friends. Perhaps it’s because of the music, sound, people, space or lighting. Heck, it could be all of them combined. I can fully admit I’ve been that person and am guessing that most of us have at one time or another. Sinking deeper and deeper into defeatist quicksand overcome with pessimistic feelings. Just standing around with a sour puss look on our faces. But you know what’s not stuck? US. Or bodies. Or very presence. For those who do, we’re very fortunate to have choices. And in some cities lots of them. The reality is that sometimes the party just isn’t for you. And it can be that, and still very well be lots of other people’s cup of tea…and be cunt in its own right.

In the midst of a forlorn mind adrift, it’s pretty easy to forget that as Biff in Back to the Future said- you can just “make like a tree and leave.” The point of a party is having FUN. So if you’re not having any, maybe do something else. Maybe it’s the party. Maybe it’s just your mood at that moment. Whatever it is, you’ll be better off twiddling your thumbs or sleeping. When I find myself in circumstances such as these, I remind myself that negative energy is not only serving me zero purpose, but I’m being the literal definition of a party pooper. And I’m certainly not trying to shit where I eat. Parties give me so much of my sustenance, so why lollygag in a scenario that’s bringing me down?

Your money talks louder than running your mouth bitching or posting on the social media ether. And if you’re going to go on a rant, be sure to put your name behind it. Not doing so is passive aggressive, weak and IMO lame as f*ck. I’m all here for opinions (quite obviously) but there’s nothing brave about doing so anonymously. Save it for your journal, the world doesn’t need more unfounded negative bullshittery. I can only guess it’s anonymous so you’re able to frequent the places you despise. So if you can’t find anything redeeming about a party; here’s a revolutionary concept…don’t go. Being a hateful hypocrite is whack. And yes, I used the word whack, which tells you everything you need to know.