It seems that you've got to drink alcohol to have fun these days. As if it's the centre of pleasure, as if drinking is the ultimate event at the end of the week.
I don't drink, so going to pubs is a bit pointless for me - save for social interaction, obviously. But when I do go to do a bit of mingling, everyone else just wants to get plastered, often leaving me in a corner with some sad sap drowning his or her sorrows. Not that I expect my mates to stay with me the whole time; I'm fine about them letting their hair down et cetera, it just makes sense for me to go home where I'm not 'holding them back' kinda thing.
Anyway, that's not the problem. The problem is that I'm bored - have been for months now - and feel that I'm lacking something. My main interests are the television and using my computer, but I limit the first one to late night/early morning because I don't like to waste too much of the day in just sitting and watching the screen. But even then, other than watching The Bill and (on occasion) Neighbours, I don't bother watching much anymore. And I only tend to go on my computer these days for Racodac work, updating this blog, seeing to emails and other petty little things I can think of to pass the time.
I've done that old trick of trying new things too: Rollerblading, ice-skating and various DIY/building type things come immediately to mind. I mean, I've always been more of a thinker than a physical person, so I can see why they didn't catch on. But really, I'm so bored it's getting unreal. In fact, it's so bad it's gone past good and back to bad again.
MSN Messenger used to be great because I do enjoy a good conversation - both online and in the flesh. But that's where MSN has lost its appeal: good conversation, as I end up putting in all the work for people to say single word answers every time. (I won't go into that moan again, though.) And there aren't many people I know with similar interests that I can speak to in the flesh.
I don't know where I'm going with this, so I'll end here. I'm sure the gist is apparent if nothing else. Essentially, I think I was trying to portray the extent of my boredom. Whatever, it has given me something to do for the last half hour or so.
Now I'm going to go and make some kind of model out of cocktail sticks.
I don't drink, so going to pubs is a bit pointless for me - save for social interaction, obviously. But when I do go to do a bit of mingling, everyone else just wants to get plastered, often leaving me in a corner with some sad sap drowning his or her sorrows. Not that I expect my mates to stay with me the whole time; I'm fine about them letting their hair down et cetera, it just makes sense for me to go home where I'm not 'holding them back' kinda thing.
Anyway, that's not the problem. The problem is that I'm bored - have been for months now - and feel that I'm lacking something. My main interests are the television and using my computer, but I limit the first one to late night/early morning because I don't like to waste too much of the day in just sitting and watching the screen. But even then, other than watching The Bill and (on occasion) Neighbours, I don't bother watching much anymore. And I only tend to go on my computer these days for Racodac work, updating this blog, seeing to emails and other petty little things I can think of to pass the time.
I've done that old trick of trying new things too: Rollerblading, ice-skating and various DIY/building type things come immediately to mind. I mean, I've always been more of a thinker than a physical person, so I can see why they didn't catch on. But really, I'm so bored it's getting unreal. In fact, it's so bad it's gone past good and back to bad again.
MSN Messenger used to be great because I do enjoy a good conversation - both online and in the flesh. But that's where MSN has lost its appeal: good conversation, as I end up putting in all the work for people to say single word answers every time. (I won't go into that moan again, though.) And there aren't many people I know with similar interests that I can speak to in the flesh.
I don't know where I'm going with this, so I'll end here. I'm sure the gist is apparent if nothing else. Essentially, I think I was trying to portray the extent of my boredom. Whatever, it has given me something to do for the last half hour or so.
Now I'm going to go and make some kind of model out of cocktail sticks.
Foxy stoat seeks pig.
