of my addiction to honesty

brenda — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 03:57:39 +0000

here in town is a bar/restaurant-type place that can be a nice hang-out. tuesday evenings at this establishment are really nice. the mood is quiet and relaxed, the bartenders are at ease and friendly, and people are usually nowhere to be found. my friend and i discovered this well-kept secret a few months ago, and we enjoy going there. however, one day one of us suggested that we perhaps go on friday, because …. well, i don’t know the reason now, but we went. instead of quiet, the mood was loud and obnoxious. instead of the bartenders being at ease, they were rude and agitated. and instead of there being no people around, there were people everywhere. and of every kind. there were the type of people with whom you hoped you would never have to share a roof, people you hoped you’d never have to see after high school, and people who should never leave their homes. cages. whatever.

as my friend and i were sipping on our respective drinks (prepared by our usual tuesday bartender but lacking the usual tuesday care and love that went in it), some guy that we graduated high school with approached us to say hello. we had already been at the bar for close to an hour, and we had spotted this guy early on. neither of us really care for him, so we didn’t bother being the first to make the move. this guy, though, feigned surprised at running into us late in the evening even though just a few moments earlier, we’d seen him macking (excuse the 90s terminology but the term embodies all the douchiness this guy deserves) on some other girl who was sitting one (one!) bar stool away from us. we exchanged pleasantries and, when we went outside for a breath of fresh(-mingled-with-cheap-cigarette-smoke) air later, he followed us. i went on talking as though he wasn’t there, and began making fun of this young fellow a few feet away from us who was wearing this ridiculousity (so ridiculous, it merits the invention of a new word):

no, that’s not a bad quality pic, it’s a bedazzled tiger!

–sidenote: there are so many other people and blogs who have put lots of effort into mocking the ed hardy brand, that i won’t. simply google “ed hardy douchebag” and you will find lots of disgruntled guys complaining about how hot chicks only go for these poor mindless victims of passing trends (von dutch caps, anyone? exactly). meanwhile, they’re left home alone with their halo odst every saturday night–

so my friend and i are giggling over how stupid this guy looks, and this uninvited idiot sitting between us tells me to stop it because i’m being mean.

whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.

exactly.

i immediately drop the fashion-challenged ‘tard in front of us and focus on the how-can-your-brain-be-so-small-when-your-head-is-so-fat ‘tard next to me. i ask him to explain himself and he says that the poor guy doesn’t deserve to be made fun of when i don’t even know him. i immediately counter, saying that i know that he totally agrees but he just doesn’t want to admit it. he’s thinking it and so is everyone else except that my friend and i are the only people in the room that will actually bring it up.

then we start talking about why people just can’t say what they really want to. what is so damn hard about telling the truth? i can’t imagine a possible explanation, because i am addicted to the truth. i want to hear what is real and true and nothing else. if i want to be lied to, i’ll ask for that.

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of my addiction to honesty