I hate Saturdays. It's just nothing but crowds of couples and families and slow moving people. And when I say that I don't mean the elderly or someone with a disability. Like, I'm walking behind this big muscular guy who is taking these little baby steps as if he's walking for the first time.
But there was this jazz festival downtown in my area, and I made it a goal to try going to it. I should have known though it would be way too congested. I'm just not feeling it and it was a pain in the ass walking here. I know it's me mostly just not being comfortable around people. But I don't know how sitting here watching dumbass couples walk by is supposed to do that.
Sorry, I know this is a stupid thing to go on about. But I am constantly in conflict with hating life and being a part of it even though it feels like I can never be.
But there was this jazz festival downtown in my area, and I made it a goal to try going to it. I should have known though it would be way too congested. I'm just not feeling it and it was a pain in the ass walking here. I know it's me mostly just not being comfortable around people. But I don't know how sitting here watching dumbass couples walk by is supposed to do that.
Sorry, I know this is a stupid thing to go on about. But I am constantly in conflict with hating life and being a part of it even though it feels like I can never be.
