Not sure if it’s a word, but I’d describe myself as ‘asocial’ here. Meaning mainly that I avoid groups of people, be it Korean or cracker, like the plague. Well, more than I care to admit, I get stuck sitting/drinking/walking with such a group. Usually smoke twice as much, all my two pack days involved gatherings. My main problem with groups, I think, has to do with my generation’s general “I’m special, listen to me, look at me” insecure overcompensating. But I’m a pub person so that makes sense.

Maybe I just had enough of it in middle/high school and it’s becoming more clear to me that I’m in the minority. Most people love to chit chat about nothing for 10-15 minutes and then, hey! We’re friends. I loved the minibuses in Laos that were always packed. At least half the people would start out with the lame traveler’s banter and I’d patiently wait it out until the sweet, awkward silence overtook them. I’m a people watcher and that was some good gandering. Could see the discomfort at not being able to trade their “awesome stories” and rectify the imbalance of the overall quiet. They usually didn’t though. That’s when the Ipods came out.

So I will not go to the fucking beach today and sit around listening to verbal diaherria and those goddamn acoustic guitar guys. Heading to art shop for glue and scouring my localities abandoned wood/furniture, looking for chair parts. A chair that I will never, fucking ever make a point of telling everyone within 50 feet about because I’m not special. I’m asocial.