Some says you can tell which type of person would be fun weedified (when they're high on weed). Yesterday, at me and Steve's birthday party, we were talking about weeds, I told them how I've never been high on one. The first try was horrible. I was the most normal in the room while the others laughed their faces off. The second try, which was two days ago, I got real hungry and ate like a pig from a starving family's farm. But yesterday, I was a goner.
It started with a puff or two and I'm a big fan of trying out things or just doing something really memorable for big occasions. I had my first tattoo on my 23rd birthday, a huge cake fight on my 21st and a fake 21st on my 25th. And now for my 28th, I took weed.
It's crazy how it works cos it's not really measurable or guessable. It's just there and you just have to accept it. Reminds me of homosexuality actually, especially mine. You don't have to be the stereotype but it's something you can't help being haha. So, I laughed and I laughed and I laughed til the point where I couldn't get up. My friends told me I was high and I told them I didn't think so. So the whole "I AM NOT DRUNK" theory came on display. I kept saying "I am not high" but before you know it, my eye bags started to swell and my pupil started to grow a bit bigger and I laughed at anything. When there's music on, I laid back and chilled.
It was a good party all in all. Five chicks and three guys. Three guys went up and watched boxing while five chicks and I talked about almost anything. Penis sizes, gay celebrities, pregnant sex, diet pills, gossips, husbands and in-laws. It was awesome. It's not like I've never been exposed to a female's world but this was much more levelled up. Things they say. Despite the fact that , as the phrase goes "girls talk", they talk a lot, I have to say... just cos females think a lot, it doesn't necessarily mean they are dumb. I think it's because they think a lot that they know what to do next.
In the conversation table, we have a girl who can't say no to sex and would almost be easy to sleep with anyone, a pregnant socialite whose hubby's on a drug spree, a single mother who still lives with her husband ony cos of her kid, a naive girl with a husband and a kid and a bad past and a mother of one, happily married, with a bad family of her own. So, the conversation was quite educational. I could tell how some of them are striving or fighting their ways outta their own baggages. I'm quite proud of them and I think I've learnt a lot from them. How commitment changes things, how a fusion of an egg cell and sperm could change the way their emotions soften towards each other or how one's issue can be related or felt upon like any other issues, despite the lack of similarity between them.
From the conversation, I was really surprised to learn about gay celebs. I didn't know we had THAT much and the sad thing is how they actually hit clubs and hit on old white men. Discreet and quite educational, it is the best way to flirt with someone who's NOT from this place. It might be the money as well but I kinda doubt that theory falls for all of them but now that I've come to think of it, gay guys are SO MUCH hotter here only because they are celebrities and they manage their fitness so well. A tough competition for me. I could walk on oxford street and kinda look good when standing with normal joe or ageing wrinklebuddies. (Yes I sound a bit superficial there) But, here, the normal joes are not actually out. Let alone out, I don't even think they know what homosexuality is. The ageing wrinklebuddies are filthy rich and nasty here. At least , on Oxford Street, you have those good chatters, witty old men, hygenic HIV positive muscled men or just normal attractive middle agers. Here, it's different.
So, I was right. If I wanna better myself, I'll have to compete with myself. I can't just look at these gorgeous boys and tell myself how fat I am and I can't just feel bad that I was made this way. I think with the looks I'm given, I can actually pull out a 'mediocre hot' look. So, yeah, here's my sigh of relief as I just try to better myself hoping I get to meet the cute/attractive man of my age who'll dig me for what I am and can be and of course who will appreciate the fact that I am doing all this to gain confidence on my own to get his attention and to also make sure he gets the best boyfriend that he'll ever get to have. Yeah, watch out, back stabbing cheating motherfuckers!!!!
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