WTF Weekend: Quarter Life Mythologies

Shortly after returning home my friend stopped by since she was “in the neighborhood” to tell me about her bad date experience. She was set up by her aunt; supposedly this guy was begging her aunt to set him up with her and after much dismay, my friend agreed and to further dismay, the date sucked.

How is a man going to beg someone to hook them up with a girl, finally go on the date and not say a damn thing. Maybe he was nervous, scared shitless, she is, despite my objections of her being a giant goofball, quite an attractive woman, so I can understand that guys freak out around her, I dunno, my immunity to all things attractive is quite the un-bane. I say un-bane because, although I should appreciate things that are beautiful – at the same time, I don’t become a nervous wreck around all things, I-guess-beautiful. The point is, if you’re gonna work to get a date from a girl, you better prepare to make something of it and not just sit there like a loon.

After much mish mash of relationship conversations we segued into a conversation about mythologies, politics, religion and the irony of people who demand freedom of speech but don’t return the favor.

We also dabbled in the realm of the quarter life crisis. There’s definitely a divide, especially in our generation for those who are starting families and those who are still trying to figure themselves out. We’re like the outcasts, the n’erdowells, struggling to find our place at our own pace.

Nevertheless it was a chill weekend, very intellectual with an in between of a mega mind blast. Sketch is off in Vegas until Tuesday, that bastard, that’s where I need to be. We’ll live vicariously through him, stay tuned for an update – I’ll probably be pulling my hair out getting his texts and tweets in the mean time while he’s out partying it up 24/7 with Playboy DJ’s and Go Go dancers – oh and let’s not forget the buffets. SO JELLY.