What?

So I forgot to mention I went out last night with my housemate and his childhood friend.

This is where my blog tries to be more like Hyperbole and a Half, and less like the weird formless thing it currently is. Also I'm actually enjoying writing here, it's not as personal as a diary, but no one reads it - so it may as well be! That's a reason right? Right?!
COMMENCE TRANSFIGURATION

Going out is like this,

You leave the house.
It's colder than you anticipated.
You're drunk because you were trying to deal with having to go outside and see other people.
You probably miss the train or miss read the timetable.
Some high meth-head yells at you from a distance and you try your best to ignore him/her/it.
You remember you have to pee, the need grows worse with each passing millisecond.

Then you finally get to your destination and it goes like this,

You wait for hours for all the other people to arrive, because they understand that meeting at 8 actually means meeting at 11:30, but you think it's important to be on time. You know, it shows respect?
You're no longer drunk.
People look at you because you're at a busy bar/pub on your own, also you need a hair cut.
You pull out your phone and look at things like the weather or previous text messages where you thought you might have said something funny to someone you like, and try and figure out if they thought it was funny by analyzing the language in their corresponding text.
Some one shows up finally, but you're now too sober to interact with them.
You find out if they're working tomorrow. Jointly celebrate or lament.
Realize you actually hate being around strangers.
Sudden feeling of impending doom.
Walls close in.
You buy a stupidly over priced beer to numb the insanity.
Attempt a conversation with the bar girl, realize she's too cool for you and your conversation.
So on and so forth.

Why do people like doing this stuff? They do it every Friday or Saturday night! Leave the house, talk with people they don't like much, meet people they like less, and attempt the initiate sex with strangers who only share the same crippling social fear they themselves are feeling. It's beyond me.

But I'm totally OK with it! I understand that it's not for me, and as a result actually can tolerate doing it every now and then. Just for the shear pleasure of watching people who seem to enjoy it.
Perhaps I'm also reassured by the fact I know others are the same as me. Not bothered with the outside world, and the overwhelming smell of BO that comes with entering any given establishment in Melbourne. That would rather just sit indoors and play video games, read, study, or be with friends who love and care for.

Last night, I was told repeatedly that I looked "miserable", or like I was ready to "hang myself". These looks must be somewhat similar to me being so bored that I imagine random people turning into animals then running away because of the bars strict 'no animals' policy.

Tonight will be different though. I'm going to my friends HOUSE, with my housemate and dearest friend. We'll probably not drink very much, TALK and tell STORIES, and not give two fucks about the music because it won't be so loud it makes conversation impossible and ruptures our ear drums to the point of gushing blood.

I'm doing my best not to sound like I'm filled with hate. Because I'm not. I'm just a guy who knows what he likes to do for 'fun', and isn't that all it comes down to?