When celebrities say that they were a loser before they were famous its a lie. Until you have done what I did last weekend you cannot call yourself a loser.
It starts with Friday night. I had finished work and came home because I had no plans with my friends which was alright because I was tired. So I knocked back a few beers and watched the chick-flick 27 dresses that was on TV that night. And because hate ad-breaks I flicked onto Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in between. While others went out and enjoyed the company of life I slowly got drunk and wished I had 27 dresses in my wardrobe.
That was Friday night. We now move into Saturday. I worked two jobs during the day and again had no plans that night. (Did you ever get the feeling that everyone you know has a life but you?) To treat myself I ordered Thai Food and bought a bottle of wine. This time when I arrived home my parents and older brother were still awake and had ordered the movie The Cup on foxtel. So pouring myself a large glass of wine I sat down and watched what should have been a great Australian movie but was so poorly put together and badly cast that it was just funny really. All the time I was having flashes of Bridget Jones' Diary where she imagines that she gets eaten by Alsatians and thinking that will be me soon.
Your probably thinking 'so what? It was one weekend!'
But that one weekend came after a long line of loser- like behaviour. Such as I have absolutely no problem with going to the movies by myself. Usually the only time I go to the movies is by myself. I get to see what I want, at what time I want and can eat all the popcorn I like. Recently I have also been to a concert by myself because I knew nobody who liked this band and didn't want the experience ruined by a friend who wouldn't appreciate the music. And will probably do that again in the near future.
Whenever I talk to my friends about a movie and reveal I saw it by myself they all give a little gasp and proclaim that they could never do it. Like there's something wrong with me for going it alone. Sometimes I think this world is too obsessed with coupling. Doing things in two. I say shame on those people, be free and go to a cafe for a slice of cake and a cup of tea on your own, you'll be surprised how much you learn about yourself.
To conclude my decent into loser-ville sucks can be a little depressing when your sipping wine and wondering when the dogs will come but can also be liberating when you hear that music that you don't have to share with anyone because no one else is there.
Your's truly,
Liv
It starts with Friday night. I had finished work and came home because I had no plans with my friends which was alright because I was tired. So I knocked back a few beers and watched the chick-flick 27 dresses that was on TV that night. And because hate ad-breaks I flicked onto Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in between. While others went out and enjoyed the company of life I slowly got drunk and wished I had 27 dresses in my wardrobe.
That was Friday night. We now move into Saturday. I worked two jobs during the day and again had no plans that night. (Did you ever get the feeling that everyone you know has a life but you?) To treat myself I ordered Thai Food and bought a bottle of wine. This time when I arrived home my parents and older brother were still awake and had ordered the movie The Cup on foxtel. So pouring myself a large glass of wine I sat down and watched what should have been a great Australian movie but was so poorly put together and badly cast that it was just funny really. All the time I was having flashes of Bridget Jones' Diary where she imagines that she gets eaten by Alsatians and thinking that will be me soon.
Your probably thinking 'so what? It was one weekend!'
But that one weekend came after a long line of loser- like behaviour. Such as I have absolutely no problem with going to the movies by myself. Usually the only time I go to the movies is by myself. I get to see what I want, at what time I want and can eat all the popcorn I like. Recently I have also been to a concert by myself because I knew nobody who liked this band and didn't want the experience ruined by a friend who wouldn't appreciate the music. And will probably do that again in the near future.
Whenever I talk to my friends about a movie and reveal I saw it by myself they all give a little gasp and proclaim that they could never do it. Like there's something wrong with me for going it alone. Sometimes I think this world is too obsessed with coupling. Doing things in two. I say shame on those people, be free and go to a cafe for a slice of cake and a cup of tea on your own, you'll be surprised how much you learn about yourself.
To conclude my decent into loser-ville sucks can be a little depressing when your sipping wine and wondering when the dogs will come but can also be liberating when you hear that music that you don't have to share with anyone because no one else is there.
Your's truly,
Liv