Drinky, drinky

Ok, so I'm hammered as hell and the question I have now is nothing new. At what point does it just become sad that I insist on continuing to hit on bartenders? 100 times? 1000 times? We've all been through the same thing. It's a cute girl paying lots of attention to you and you want to make something out of it. Except it's their JOB. Nobody expects a stripper to be into them for real (I hope. I mean, sure there are perople who hook up with striuppers, but you know it's because they want the money, right? Just say right...) So now I'm at home and I feel like I made an ass of myself because I was pissed at some bartender. Well what am I supposed to do? Suck down the generic compliments and insults and pretend that either mean a damn thing? Here's what it comes down to everybody, pay attention. Over the course of your life, you'll probably meet less than 10 people who really and truly give a shit about you. And you know what? You won't care about them at all. You'll think they are ugly, or fat, or boring, or too tall, or too short, or something that makes them undate-able or just simply useless as a friend. I know, I've done the same thing... recently. The killer is, those are the people that have the potential to make you a happy person. But you could care less, because you're too busy going after the people who could give two shits about you.

And that's why I believe in God. Because you think something that hilariously funny could be an accident? We are God's entertainment and he (or she, whatever) is eating it up with a spoon. Well I for one am done being an actor in this pathetic play. You know, until the next time go out... and hit on the bartender... and get pissed off again.

On what must be a completely unrelated note, am I the only one not getting laid these days?