visited the party
for a little bit, talked to a guy that I helped with a TV a few weeks ago. He’s 60, working at Kohls. He made some really bad investments, and now he’s trying to get back into the mortgage industry. He moved into this complex about 3 months ago.
he’s 60, and starting over. Hell, I’m 25 and I’m finding this situation difficult. I can’t imagine having lived that long and f’ed up that badly.
So I stayed at the party for about 45 minutes, and then decided, enough is enough. I had green mead to bottle after all(6% alc. content right now, THANK YOU TI-85!). I felt honored that someone came up and knocked on my door and told me to come back down and grab more to eat. But I was right then in the middle of bottling, and I said I might be down later.
I’m not going back down. These aren’t my people yet. Not to mention about half of them are over 35, no one is around my age, and I felt like the odd man out. They weren’t exactly ready to talk to me, nor I to them. It’s only been a month. I did clean my apartment tonight, though. It’s pretty spic and span now, except for my room. That gets tackled tomorrow.
it’s been a long day where nothing much was accomplished, and school’s in session this week too. ugh.
this post is a lot like how my day went, a bunch of meandering nothing-ness. oh well.