Corp900 wrote:
I was out for a night on the town, hit up the club scene with a few childhood friends, just looking around at all the people socializing like there was no tomarrow, so much hapiness they had, so much social power, i gave up and give up, I cant compare, putting together words and sentences and body language to a stranger is harder then calculus to me.
I used to go out with buddies too, but I was never on the same wavelength as they. I never felt like I truly belonged or was accepted. I was just there to experience, 'nose pressed against the window pane looking at people sitting around the cozy, warm fireplace inside' sort of thing. I knew it was impossible for me to truly fit in and belong, so it was always halfway and never complete. Too much went against me and I was never outgoing enough to try my darndest to change the situtation. I never thought it would do any good. When I tried before, it never did. So, I would just go, not expecting much. I knew years later I would have the memory of actually going instead of pagefuls of staring at the walls of my bedroom or the television, or singing at the top of my lungs to my fave songs.
Sometimes the experience is all that matters.
The best thing about going was all the dancing I did. I lost about twenty pounds doing that. The worst thing was the cigarette smoke in my hair. The clubs were full of heavy smokers.