3…2…1…Happy New Year!
Okay, so I'm a few days late. Better late than never, right?
And with that I'll just continue with my regularly (or irregularly) scheduled post.
I think I gave up on dating last year. No, let me be honest, it is the New Year after all (that's my story and I'm sticking to it), I gave up on interacting with anyone socially.
No seriously, I gave up on it. I stopped placing online ads on whatever site I found as a potential date. I avoided my friends (and sometimes even my family). I did the little cocoon thing, as much as I could, and even when I did 'go out' I had the vague feeling of being in a crowd and yet still felt alone, you know, the really after school special kind of depressed. And I've already determined that this year will not be more of the same. To that end, I went out with friends last Friday.
I got back on the bike, so to speak. And man was the ride hard.
I met up with the group at what seems to be our Irish pub. We had a table and I got there early enough to be horrified by the really bad Johnny Cash wannabe band. I took NotASong with me for moral support (and someone to talk to incase my verbal skills in a group failed me), and we ordered a round. By the time the Guinness had arrived and the first jokes about how much I love good head (on the Guinness you pervs), I was feeling more comfortable, but I felt like I could just as easily go home, and maybe stare at my computer screens some more; because really, nothing says fun like two widescreen views of computer perfection.
NotHirsute was there, along with NotBeast, NotMetal, NotDaisy and NotSuperboob (not to be confused with NotIttyBittyTitty) and after listening to the latest gossip, which I've apparently been out of the loop on I felt like I was catching back up.
For me this year is about balance and about not letting any one thing have total control over my life. And about getting some of that life. So we'll see how this ride goes. For right now it's not completely uphill, but it's turning out to be a steady climb.