Adventure

I remember it was around this time last year I watched the movie "Into The Wild" for the first time. I thought it was incredibly pretentious & couldn't sleep later on in the night because of the creepy-ass picture they show of the real guy who died. But one thing I got from the movie was that I needed adventure.

My life has been relatively uneventful. College was always in my plan since I can remember. My parents always wanted the best for me, so they always pushed me to be better than everyone in everything I did. For the most part, I was. But my life was so boring (unless I did something stupid, like locking myself in a basement with a bisexual Wiccan or almost getting my ass abducted by a truck driver). I didn't have friends I hung out with while I was a teenager. One time I went about 2 months without leaving the house except to go to my grandma's (I was home schooled at the time). So no adventure then.

When I went to college, I was overwhelmed to say the least. I might have been in a small town, but I had choices! People may or may not have wanted to have me around. And I wanted to be around (almost) everybody. I had adventure (it's always an adventure when alcohol is concerned & when you realize you're kind of a slut that doesn't put out), but I was still stuck in a routine.

Then I saw this movie. Mainly because I love Kristen Stewart & her inconsistent acting. I was stressing out because I was graduating in a few months & had no idea what came next. I knew graduate school was eventually going to occur, but what else? I came up with the idea to road trip. I made a mental list of everywhere I wanted to go (New Orleans, L.A., NYC, the plains of the mid-west). Too bad I couldn't find anyone to go with me & I got into a graduate school.

But here I am. I'll be 24 in exactly 6 months today. I just watched part of the movie again. The drive to do something has returned. Where is my adventure? Should I road trip? I looked at my bank account tonight & after the urge to cry had left, I began to chew on my options. Now would be a good time to just pack up & go somewhere. Obviously I would handle it different than Chris did in the movie (I'd let my parents know where I'd be, I'd be more hygienic, & I wouldn't die. At least not because I ate some damn poisonous berry). But is that the adventure I've been lacking?

Damn. It's too late for me to be thinking about this mess. I just don't want to be older & realize I'd wasted my youth, because I already feel like I've wasted it enough as it is.

After my last post...

So here is what happened after my last post...

I went out with My Giant & 2 of his basketball friends (who are both around 18 or 19). They were both wasted when they got here, so I knew nothing good could come from this. I drove separately because I knew I wasn't gonna handle much. My Giant & I were already snapping at each other before we left, & he kept pulling out in front of cars when I was following him. We ended up around the Applebee's I used to work at here, & we went into a bar (the other guys had fake I.D.'s). There wasn't many people there so My Giant asked the bartenders where there was anywhere else to go (Polite). Someone was giving him directions & I was texting, only to get snapped at by My Giant for not writing down the directions. Then he wanted me to lead this time because I had the directions, despite my saying I didn't want to drive & read at the same time. I argued with him for a little bit but decided to just go ahead.

I don't know where we ended up but whatever. They started talking to these random people in the parking lot about places to go, & the girl told us that the guys she was with were getting ready to fight because one of them had slept with the other one's ex-fiancee (Shades of my past in North Carolina & Georgia). The 2 fucktards told the girl they had guns under My Giant's seats, & I got tired of My Giant taking pictures with her & the guys acting like idiots so I went back to my car. I drove to where they were & My Giant told me that they had all made out with her for a quick second after I left. Classy.

We drove to a gas station to look up phone numbers of places. The shortest fucktard with us was acting like he was going to mug people & they were just acting like idiots. I went inside to apologize to the cashier (I had heard one of them made a joke about holding the place up). She & I trashed all 3 of them until My Giant came back inside. I told her goodbye & to have a good night & she said in her sassy black way, "Good night, baby!" My Giant decided we should go back closer to West Palm Beach (we were in Wellington, about 20 minutes away) & picked the road that we always take to get to Wal-Mart.

I lead us with my GPS & call My Giant to tell him that when we get to the road to pull in front of me so he can choose the place. As I'm turning towards the Wal-Mart direction of Belvedere (the road) he starts telling me I have the wrong Belvedere Rd. I assure him I don't. Then he tells me I'm going the wrong direction. I assure him I'm not. We go back & forth for a while about whether we are on the right road or going the right direction or not until I get sick of it & hang up on him. The 3 of them decide they want to go downtown & so we head to a bar that I went to the night I got so sick. We park & there is this car alarm going off with this big black lady sitting in it. The following exhange took place.

Fucktard 1: [My Giant], turn off your car alarm!
Fucktard 2: Yeah, especially since you're just sitting in it.
Fucktard 1: But I guess it's a surprise that you can even fit in there as fat as you are.
Big Black Lady: Fuck you!
Fucktard 1 (or 2): Fuck you!
Big Black Lady: *something I couldn't hear*
Fucktard 1 (or 2): *something about her being fat that I didn't hear everything of)
Big Black Lady: Why don't you go fuck a nigga?!
Fucktard 1: That's your job!

At this, I walk right back to my car & get in. My Giant asks me if I've had enough & I tell him I had. He says he doesn't blame me & wishes he could leave too but can't because he has to look out for his teammates. I tell him it sucks to be him & drive off.

He lets them both stay at our apartment that night & fills me in on what happened the next morning. Apparently the short one was really drunk (shocker) & was too aggressive with girls because he is angry that he's so short & was jealous that My Giant & Fucktard 2 were getting all of the attention. They were getting this attention because Fucktard 2 looks European & My Giant is tall & "has a goofy personality." I just stared at him. But My Giant found these 2 girls to make out with & went to church with them the next morning. I ran into all 3 at Panera the next morning (before I heard how the night ended) & was wondering why My Giant was dressed in his I Want Attention suit with 2 girls & a little boy. Apparently the main girl he was interested in has a boyfriend in New York.

I really am over this.