The Rogues Gallery in The Stuff That's Not Interesting But Is The Most Interesting Stuff I'll Write

I’m very blah.

Nothing’s wrong, I just don’t feel like I have much going on right now. That sounds depressing, but I’m not actually depressed. I’m just not excited about anything.

I went out the other night, even though I really didn’t want to. It was this event that I had been planning to attend for weeks, and when the night came, I was just kind of… blah. But I still went because it was in this space that I always eyed, and I figured it was the only chance I’d ever get to visit it.

But it did not even meet my low expectations.

I only stayed for about 20 minutes and then left.

While I was there, I ran into Ark, whom I hadn’t actually seen since the night my grandfather passed away. That run-in kicked off a strange little evening where I ran into every person I’ve slept with since I arrived in Thailand. I’m not kidding at all. Each one of them in a two-block radius within 20 minutes.

As I was talking with the guy from the Poetry Night (who I didn’t actually have sex with, but I guess he didn’t want to be left out), I realized that I was just tired and didn’t want to deal with any of this. So I turned around and went home.

I think that evening kind of swept all the vigor I had out of my head for a bit. I’ll be fine. Plus it’s the holidays, and they are always terrible.