Why does it seem like every weird person/loser on campus flocks to me? Seriously, aside from some of the people in my dorm, I've met like five cool people here. Everyone else has either displayed an exceptional case of douchebaggery, or been terribly uninteresting. Outcasts seem to be drawn to me like Muslims to Mecca.
Is it something about the way I look? Does my band t-shirt/jeans combo somehow give off the impression that I care about how much of a chode you are, or that I want to listen to you spew some shit about your infatuation with Shakespeare? Or maybe I just have an aura about me that suggests I enjoy the company of dweebs. If so, what does that say about me? Am I a closet dweeb that just simply has not found the courage to reveal myself yet? Hmm...
I find myself in a most unwanted predicament. I'm too nice to tell these people to leave me the fuck alone and go mingle with other weirdos, yet too selective in my friend seeking process to actually enjoy being around them. So what do I do? I'm not socially confident enough to simply walk up to a stranger and initiate conversation. Which means I rely on others to make the first move, 90% of the time. The same situation applys to my romantic life. Do I just tough it out and wait for someone cool to cross paths with me? While that would be my first choice, it isn't exactly a proactive approach to meeting people. Worst case scenario, I meet absolutely no one and live out my freshman year of college as a hermit, biding my time in my dorm room, cursing the rest of humanity for not acknowledging my existence. That doesn't sound so bad, right? Fuck that noise.
No worries. I'll find some guys and gals worthy of being graced with my company sooner or later. And who knows, if I'm lucky one of those gals will be down for some boombastic banging.
PS: You were all witness to the first, and last time I will ever use a Shaggy lyric in my writing. I'm actually kind of ashamed right now, but boombastic banging just sounds too awesome to edit out. In fact it's so awesome that I will title this post as "Boombastic Banging". No shame, no reg
rets. Word.
Is it something about the way I look? Does my band t-shirt/jeans combo somehow give off the impression that I care about how much of a chode you are, or that I want to listen to you spew some shit about your infatuation with Shakespeare? Or maybe I just have an aura about me that suggests I enjoy the company of dweebs. If so, what does that say about me? Am I a closet dweeb that just simply has not found the courage to reveal myself yet? Hmm...
I find myself in a most unwanted predicament. I'm too nice to tell these people to leave me the fuck alone and go mingle with other weirdos, yet too selective in my friend seeking process to actually enjoy being around them. So what do I do? I'm not socially confident enough to simply walk up to a stranger and initiate conversation. Which means I rely on others to make the first move, 90% of the time. The same situation applys to my romantic life. Do I just tough it out and wait for someone cool to cross paths with me? While that would be my first choice, it isn't exactly a proactive approach to meeting people. Worst case scenario, I meet absolutely no one and live out my freshman year of college as a hermit, biding my time in my dorm room, cursing the rest of humanity for not acknowledging my existence. That doesn't sound so bad, right? Fuck that noise.
No worries. I'll find some guys and gals worthy of being graced with my company sooner or later. And who knows, if I'm lucky one of those gals will be down for some boombastic banging.
PS: You were all witness to the first, and last time I will ever use a Shaggy lyric in my writing. I'm actually kind of ashamed right now, but boombastic banging just sounds too awesome to edit out. In fact it's so awesome that I will title this post as "Boombastic Banging". No shame, no reg
rets. Word.
Boombastc Banging is quite catchy!
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