usually new years is a time for cocktails and appetizers. good music and good friends. a tradition i have tried to maintain for 15 or so years now. this year it was scuppered by the wives of my friend group. apparently because it “would be too much for steve, all things considered.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
uhhh wut?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
anyhow, the plans were all discussed and decided upon without my involvement or input, whatever. fine. i don’t really care all that much, it’s just more the WAY this went down that bothers me. if i would have been involved in any capacity and someone asked or suggested doing something else, i would have had zero objections and would have offered to help.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
so this year was at j&k’s place, and to be honest, i really did not have a great time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
j decided it would be a good idea to smoke pot, repeatedly, despite the fact that he is on antibiotics for a lung infection. lots of coughing and wheezing ensued along with disgustingly horking loogies all over the fucking place. gross. but apparently it’s ok because he hasn’t smoked a cig in 2 days (this infection has gone on for weeks now…). to make things even more “fun” he also decided it would be a great idea to “microdose” psylocibin mushrooms. except his definition of microdosing is fucking wack. j, m and e all gobbled up at least 1g of of mushrooms each, probably more, i was not partaking nor paying close attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
this, along with copious amounts of whiskey and beer caused j to transcend from ‘i love you man’ to ‘listen, i have important things to tell you while i put my fucking hands all over your face and just babble gibberish and then i will get mad at you because i make no sense and you are laughing at me, not with me.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
jesus christ. it was too much. i did not enjoy that at all. and the drunken condescension was REALLY something i could do without.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
k and c also made it a big point to come see me and with pity in their eyes try to explain that they didn’t choose k over me in this split… they both felt the need to over explain and hug and i don’t even really know. like, i never thought anyone took any sides because there are no sides to take, there is no war. stop trying to make conflict where there is none. what the hell guys?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
there were some highlights though. all the kids seemed to have a great time. z, c and s especially had a blast singing karaoke. they sang so many songs that i would never in a million years guessed they would know. rock and alternative hits from the 90’s and 00’s! it was really cute watching and listening to them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
when the ball finally dropped was i think the low point for me though. everyone offering up drunken smooches, and then k and i exchanging uncomfortable glances. eugh. anyhow, we made it through, and i really wanted to call a to wish her a happy new year as well, but that’s when j decided to corner me and start telling me how i didn’t understand the reasons why he wanted to play music, even though i understood perfectly well. by the time i could appease his diatribe it was already way too late and i missed my opportunity. thanks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i feel like i need to retreat and isolate myself from my friends, but not because i am depressed or something, but because they are acting fucking weird and i don’t have the patience for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my family is doing the same thing…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
just be normal guys.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
anyhow. dry january. who is with me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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