Week Six: Best Party Ever
Hello, everyone! Welcome back to another video.
This week (our last week together *cry*) I'm going to write about something I just recently got over that happened less than a year ago. I saved this story for last 1) because I thought of it last, 2) it'll probably be the longest, since I remember it pretty well, and 3) it will most likely (hopefully) be the most interesting of all my posts.
Okay, so, in order to stay true to my blog theme, this post is just going to include the good stuff. However, I will be uploading a bonus version with a couple not-as-embarrassing backstories to kind of help set up this occasion. There will also be references to those stories throughout this post, so feel free to satisfy any curiosities you may have by checking out the bonus post.
Without further ado...
"The Best Party Ever"
I'm never going out again.
Skip to the spring semester of my sophomore year.
A lot had changed once again, but, at the same time, not much had changed. By this, I mean I made a 360 (not a 180, but an unfortunate 360).
I had managed to become involved with the same guy I had been with at the beginning of my freshman year, and then the relationship had ended yet again at around the same time as the year before.
Go figure.
Once again, Syllabus Week rolled around, so my friends and I planned to go out, and I was pretty excited to get back out there and see humans after being cooped up in my room for almost all of winter break. Also, I'd be lying if I were to say my mind wasn't in a similar state as it had been the year prior.
However, a few things went wrong on this night.
The first unfortunate event: my phone was almost dead when we were getting ready to leave.
No big deal. I'll just charge it out in the living room until we start heading out the door.
The battery was nearly full by the time we were leaving. The bus was arriving in roughly three minutes (and there wouldn't be another for the next half hour, and we were late enough to the party as it was), so I quickly grabbed a jacket and my student ID before rushing out with everyone else.
...
:)
I sat down on the bus and it pulled off. After about 45 seconds, I realized something:
I'd forgotten my phone. :))))))
Honestly, right then and there, I should've known the night would go to hell. But, still, I tried to stay positive. I was going out with friends, after all. What would I need a phone for, as long as I stuck by them?
-_-
I'll admit that the party itself was pretty fun. The strobe lights were insane and there were intense flashing lights everywhere that made everyone's dance moves look like freeze frames (the most aesthetically pleasing sights I had ever seen in a dark basement). The playlist was amazing. There was a legitimate DJ booth. Everyone was having fun.
The only problem was: I was not having fun. The *beverage(s)* hadn't done anything and, quite frankly, I was ready to go home after, like, 15 minutes.
But I didn't want to end up walking the streets alone, so I settled for fake dancing and pretending to have fun.
Early on in the party, I ended up dancing with someone while my friends stayed in their group. I thought of how I had been trying to get over someone and how I'd missed physical contact, so after a couple of minutes, when he began leaning in, I didn't resist. I let him kiss me.
Except...
This time it was different.
I felt no pleasure or satisfaction. I realized that casual affection was no longer what I was looking for in life and that partying was no longer something I enjoyed. Despite my anecdote in Part Two (which had been my only casual encounter before this one), my personality is rather tame. I'd rather stay in my room wrapped in a blanket and readfanfiction stuff online or watch That '70s Show or a Korean drama until I fall asleep. Partying was usually more of an occasional social obligation for me.
Because of that...I wanted to go home.
Unfortunately, in the few minutes I had spent dancing with this guy, all of my friends had found people to dance with.
Therefore, I came back to no group.
Yes, awkward solo dancing. I love when this happens.
The night dragged on and there were times when I would contemplate going to the main floor and killing time on Instagram or something of that nature, but then I'd remember I left my stupid phone charging on the TV stand how could I forget my phone in this day and age I'm always on it--
Since everyone was so absorbed in their own dance partners (and were not re-congregating any time soon), I decided I would just dance next to them. Yeah.
About an hour and a half went by, and the guy from earlier came back to dance with me again. However, since I kept avoiding his face (thanks to my recent epiphany) he started to get annoyed, so I eventually walked away. Again.
Unfortunately, the night did not end there.
You know those types of people who are really persistent and can't take hints (and might not even care to take hints)? The types that want to dance with you and can't tell that you kind of just want to be left alone?
Well, one of my friends ran into one of those types. It was this guy who enjoyed dancing all up on people and was probably just out to have a good time.
I had no idea what was happening. I was bored of dancing. I was kicking myself for forgetting my phone. I wanted to sit down, but didn't want to socialize. I was tired. I was irritated. I wanted to go home.
So when she came up to me with him and started dancing with me, I honestly didn't know what I was getting into.
For a while they both danced with me...and then she ran away. Literally.
And that was it.
At first, I was fine with it. After all, I'd spent the majority of the night alone. But after a while, this man was getting a little too close and, soon, I was dodging his face just like I had been with the other guy, except, whenever I did dodge, this man would shrug it off like it was no big deal, and then proceed to dance uncomfortably close until he decided it was safe to sneak and try again.
I remember making eye contact from across the room with my friend (the one who ran away) and not-so-discreetly making these frantic "X"-like gestures with my arms, which was supposed to translate to "get this man away from me".
She looked over, then just kind of un-saw me.
(I AM NOT LOOKING FOR PITY. PLEASE LAUGH AT MY MISERY.)
...until he, like, randomly ditched me.
No "good-bye" or anything. I mean, it's understandable because of how painfully awkward the atmosphere had become, but I ended up feeling like a buzz kill. I'd probably been one, but being ditched (yet again) on top of already being tired and having wanted to leave for over two hours... I really ended up hating that party. To this day, it still goes down as one of the worst nights out I've experienced.
But wait! There's more!
Now that I was done beating people off of me, I went to my friend.
"DID YOU NOT SEE ME?"
"WHAT?"
"OVER THERE." I started making these exaggerated gestures toward the area in which I had been left to die.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN."
"THAT GUY YOU COULDN'T GET AWAY FROM. YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM, AND THEN I COULDN'T GET AWAY."
"OH, I DIDN'T KNOW-"
"WHATDOYOUMEAN? I SAW YOU LOOK AT ME!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE HAVING FUN."
"DOES THIS [insert X-like arm gesture] LOOK LIKE IT MEANS 'FUN' TO YOU?"
In all honesty, I don't even remember how she responded to that. I just remember that the reply was unconvincing.and dumb.
So that's how the night went--
HA. JUST KIDDING. IT'S NOT OVER YET.
A boy my friend had been dancing with earlier came up to her in the middle of our shout fest, and they exchanged a few words. She turns to me and says the following:
"Ummm, I'm really sorry, but can you go over there for a second..?" She pointed off in a random direction that was not where they were.
Are you kidding me?
-I didn't have a phone
-I didn't know the girls we came to the party with
-I didn't feel like socializing
-I was annoyed by two guys desperate for dopamine that I was not willing to provide
-I'd had to dance awkwardly by myself
-I wanted to go home
-I didn't want to walk alone
-I was sleepy
-What did I do to deserve this?
You don't need to sit there thinking I shouldn't have gone out. Trust me. I know that now. Lmao
But yeah, so I got sent to a corner for c*ck-blocking, basically.
And THAT is how my night ended.
I didn't go out for a very long time after that.
.
.
.
.
.
Wow. I don't even really know how to end this.
It's been fun...?
Okay, it actually has been fun. It was cool to go back and remember these failed experiences (which I have learned to laugh at) and force myself to relive them. And that is not sarcasm.
The thing about embarrassing moments is that they're interesting. These are the moments everyone wants to hear about. Or, at least I know I'd rather know why someone is "SO EMBARRASSED" rather than happy or sad (am i terrible for that idk).
But yes! I am hoping that through this journey, you've been inspired to laugh at your own pain because, as I've said in the past, it's not that serious at the end of the day.
Embrace embarrassment, people. It adds color to your lives!
bye
This week (our last week together *cry*) I'm going to write about something I just recently got over that happened less than a year ago. I saved this story for last 1) because I thought of it last, 2) it'll probably be the longest, since I remember it pretty well, and 3) it will most likely (hopefully) be the most interesting of all my posts.
Okay, so, in order to stay true to my blog theme, this post is just going to include the good stuff. However, I will be uploading a bonus version with a couple not-as-embarrassing backstories to kind of help set up this occasion. There will also be references to those stories throughout this post, so feel free to satisfy any curiosities you may have by checking out the bonus post.
Without further ado...
"The Best Party Ever"
I'm never going out again.
Skip to the spring semester of my sophomore year.
A lot had changed once again, but, at the same time, not much had changed. By this, I mean I made a 360 (not a 180, but an unfortunate 360).
I had managed to become involved with the same guy I had been with at the beginning of my freshman year, and then the relationship had ended yet again at around the same time as the year before.
Go figure.
Once again, Syllabus Week rolled around, so my friends and I planned to go out, and I was pretty excited to get back out there and see humans after being cooped up in my room for almost all of winter break. Also, I'd be lying if I were to say my mind wasn't in a similar state as it had been the year prior.
However, a few things went wrong on this night.
The first unfortunate event: my phone was almost dead when we were getting ready to leave.
No big deal. I'll just charge it out in the living room until we start heading out the door.
The battery was nearly full by the time we were leaving. The bus was arriving in roughly three minutes (and there wouldn't be another for the next half hour, and we were late enough to the party as it was), so I quickly grabbed a jacket and my student ID before rushing out with everyone else.
...
:)
I sat down on the bus and it pulled off. After about 45 seconds, I realized something:
I'd forgotten my phone. :))))))
Honestly, right then and there, I should've known the night would go to hell. But, still, I tried to stay positive. I was going out with friends, after all. What would I need a phone for, as long as I stuck by them?
-_-
I'll admit that the party itself was pretty fun. The strobe lights were insane and there were intense flashing lights everywhere that made everyone's dance moves look like freeze frames (the most aesthetically pleasing sights I had ever seen in a dark basement). The playlist was amazing. There was a legitimate DJ booth. Everyone was having fun.
The only problem was: I was not having fun. The *beverage(s)* hadn't done anything and, quite frankly, I was ready to go home after, like, 15 minutes.
But I didn't want to end up walking the streets alone, so I settled for fake dancing and pretending to have fun.
Early on in the party, I ended up dancing with someone while my friends stayed in their group. I thought of how I had been trying to get over someone and how I'd missed physical contact, so after a couple of minutes, when he began leaning in, I didn't resist. I let him kiss me.
Except...
This time it was different.
I felt no pleasure or satisfaction. I realized that casual affection was no longer what I was looking for in life and that partying was no longer something I enjoyed. Despite my anecdote in Part Two (which had been my only casual encounter before this one), my personality is rather tame. I'd rather stay in my room wrapped in a blanket and read
Because of that...I wanted to go home.
Unfortunately, in the few minutes I had spent dancing with this guy, all of my friends had found people to dance with.
Therefore, I came back to no group.
Yes, awkward solo dancing. I love when this happens.
The night dragged on and there were times when I would contemplate going to the main floor and killing time on Instagram or something of that nature, but then I'd remember I left my stupid phone charging on the TV stand how could I forget my phone in this day and age I'm always on it--
Since everyone was so absorbed in their own dance partners (and were not re-congregating any time soon), I decided I would just dance next to them. Yeah.
About an hour and a half went by, and the guy from earlier came back to dance with me again. However, since I kept avoiding his face (thanks to my recent epiphany) he started to get annoyed, so I eventually walked away. Again.
Unfortunately, the night did not end there.
You know those types of people who are really persistent and can't take hints (and might not even care to take hints)? The types that want to dance with you and can't tell that you kind of just want to be left alone?
Well, one of my friends ran into one of those types. It was this guy who enjoyed dancing all up on people and was probably just out to have a good time.
I had no idea what was happening. I was bored of dancing. I was kicking myself for forgetting my phone. I wanted to sit down, but didn't want to socialize. I was tired. I was irritated. I wanted to go home.
So when she came up to me with him and started dancing with me, I honestly didn't know what I was getting into.
For a while they both danced with me...and then she ran away. Literally.
And that was it.
At first, I was fine with it. After all, I'd spent the majority of the night alone. But after a while, this man was getting a little too close and, soon, I was dodging his face just like I had been with the other guy, except, whenever I did dodge, this man would shrug it off like it was no big deal, and then proceed to dance uncomfortably close until he decided it was safe to sneak and try again.
I remember making eye contact from across the room with my friend (the one who ran away) and not-so-discreetly making these frantic "X"-like gestures with my arms, which was supposed to translate to "get this man away from me".
She looked over, then just kind of un-saw me.
...until he, like, randomly ditched me.
No "good-bye" or anything. I mean, it's understandable because of how painfully awkward the atmosphere had become, but I ended up feeling like a buzz kill. I'd probably been one, but being ditched (yet again) on top of already being tired and having wanted to leave for over two hours... I really ended up hating that party. To this day, it still goes down as one of the worst nights out I've experienced.
But wait! There's more!
Now that I was done beating people off of me, I went to my friend.
"DID YOU NOT SEE ME?"
"WHAT?"
"OVER THERE." I started making these exaggerated gestures toward the area in which I had been left to die.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN."
"THAT GUY YOU COULDN'T GET AWAY FROM. YOU LEFT ME WITH HIM, AND THEN I COULDN'T GET AWAY."
"OH, I DIDN'T KNOW-"
"WHATDOYOUMEAN? I SAW YOU LOOK AT ME!"
"I THOUGHT YOU WERE HAVING FUN."
"DOES THIS [insert X-like arm gesture] LOOK LIKE IT MEANS 'FUN' TO YOU?"
In all honesty, I don't even remember how she responded to that. I just remember that the reply was unconvincing.
So that's how the night went--
HA. JUST KIDDING. IT'S NOT OVER YET.
A boy my friend had been dancing with earlier came up to her in the middle of our shout fest, and they exchanged a few words. She turns to me and says the following:
"Ummm, I'm really sorry, but can you go over there for a second..?" She pointed off in a random direction that was not where they were.
Are you kidding me?
-I didn't have a phone
-I didn't know the girls we came to the party with
-I didn't feel like socializing
-I was annoyed by two guys desperate for dopamine that I was not willing to provide
-I'd had to dance awkwardly by myself
-I wanted to go home
-I didn't want to walk alone
-I was sleepy
-What did I do to deserve this?
You don't need to sit there thinking I shouldn't have gone out. Trust me. I know that now. Lmao
But yeah, so I got sent to a corner for c*ck-blocking, basically.
And THAT is how my night ended.
I didn't go out for a very long time after that.
.
.
.
.
.
Wow. I don't even really know how to end this.
It's been fun...?
Okay, it actually has been fun. It was cool to go back and remember these failed experiences (which I have learned to laugh at) and force myself to relive them. And that is not sarcasm.
The thing about embarrassing moments is that they're interesting. These are the moments everyone wants to hear about. Or, at least I know I'd rather know why someone is "SO EMBARRASSED" rather than happy or sad (am i terrible for that idk).
But yes! I am hoping that through this journey, you've been inspired to laugh at your own pain because, as I've said in the past, it's not that serious at the end of the day.
Embrace embarrassment, people. It adds color to your lives!
bye
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