So... I got a bit of an akward feeling right now. I had a prett OK night last night, although I was pretty nervous when I got there (and during the evening), which is silly. Anyway, as always I cured it with becoming tipsy and maybe a bit intense socially (ie talking a lot). The rest of the night kind of went back and forth between thinking "I'm here to entertain myself, not other people, so I don't give a fuck about what they might be thinking. I'm here for ME" to a feeling of having to excuse myself.
You think you live a sheltered, safe and quiet little life and then you just start to think about the shit you actually have seen and the misfits you actually know. And although you know that you probably shouldn't, in one way you love it. And in another it feels so sad.
"Det är inte alltid man gillar det man gillar." But you'd like to.
I don't know, but it would be nice to be able to be in any kind of social situation without feeling like an elephant in a china shop.
Fuck it. Got to go to work.
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