That very peculiar feeling you get with a weak hangover, not one which can knock you for six, but when you feel groggy and just not quite right.
Obviously I haven't had much money lately, but what with me being out last night to celebrate pay day, it seems I'm going to be making the most of this month in at least one way. Partying.
Everyone else that I encounter seems to be having the same idea too, there tends to be a more fun aura about the city, one which has people trying new places and new experiences. It's enjoyable and oddly contagious too!
I do need to work on my drunken impulses though. Far too often last night I had to mentally shake myself because I had drank too much and realised I was dancing like a fool!
Was really fun to be out with the people I was though, not many of my several groups are really into going to places and dancing and having fun. Before this last week my nights out had become rather boring and set in routine, this recent change is nice.
Now all I need to do is to get over how rediculusly shy I become when it comes to chatting up girls. It's the most peculiar thing, I am a very confident person, I walk the walk, talk the talk, know most people in any given situation and hell, half the girls I know I have no trouble talking to. HOWEVER! The instant that I find someone in a club or just wherever that interests me I turn into a nervous wreck.
It's unnerving to suddenly be that aware of your body, and that clueless about how to proceed. Needless to say it's not helping my dry spell.
Oh well, something to work on I think.
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