Have you found nightclubs to be really negative places?
Posted: July 26th, 2013, 7:46 pm
I have often found that none of my friends can go with me places because they cannot get up off their lazy asses to do anything so always I am forced to go places alone. It sucks but every weekend I have chosen to go out places and let nothing stop me from at least making an effort to enjoy my life.
In 2009, I was in a chronic state of heartbreak and depression but one night I chose to drive out to a nightclub with a positive attitude that I was good enough to meet people on my own. Because that is what everyone was telling me was that I was unhappy because I had a bad attitude towards life. As soon as I got there a bouncer shined a light in my face and said I needed to tuck in my shirt. Then I noticed that nobody else had their shirts tucked in and I couldn't imagine why anyone would have cared. Later that same bouncer yanked me by the arm and screamed profanities in my face. He slapped me on the back really hard and said "your shirt!" I didn't understand what I did to deserve that man's hatred and anger. Nobody cared what shirt I was wearing or how I was wearing it because I doubt anyone noticed my existence. I sat next to someone and just tried to make friendly conversation only to be told to go away. Having a positive attitude doesn't count for much when everyone around you has made the decision to be miserable. As depressed as I was feeling at that time I made the decision to go out and improve my situation. Other people in spite of every blessing they have still choose to be obnoxious pricks to everyone else and that is what it is to choose misery over happiness. I wasn't happy either but damn it at least I was trying.
In fact, when I went to California I went out to gay bars and found some pretty cool down-to-earth people who were happy with themselves. It wasn't anything so narrow-minded as being gay or straight, it was about who was friendly and who was a jerk to me. It really is not that complicated but if I told people that I went to gay bars, they look at me strange because it doesn't occur to them how nasty people are in mainstream places. I just made friends more naturally at gay bars because I never looked at them with any preconceived judgments. I accept that there are people in this world that are different than me and I hope they will accept me. Ultimately I went to Costa Rica for volunteer work because I could not tolerate being depressed all the time and it was all such a breath of fresh air. I didn't have to work to meet people anymore. I didn't have to search for sub-cultures of outcasts because people were naturally friendly and at peace. There was no more bullshit.
When I came back it was the same bullshit all over again. Nobody understood how I felt; they just assumed that I was happy to be back in the US and I damn sure wasn't. I found a salsa restaurant called Gloria's to indulge my love of salsa dancing and to a degree that was better because I was in a Latino culture of passion and love of life. I didn't have friends to go out with but I still went out to talk to women myself. The band was made up of Puerto Ricans that took a shine to me because I was different than most white people they knew. Since I was alone, I wrote what I thought in a journal because that is how I keep myself sane. One night I was writing about how I think Newt Gingrich is an idiot and the manager was on my case about people complaining that they thought I was writing about them. Are people really so petty and insecure? Why can I not mind my damn business without people turning it into something about them? This is ultimately what I hate about America for all its perks - people don't understand how I feel; they just assume how I feel and who I am. People are incapable of understanding my perspective.
In 2009, I was in a chronic state of heartbreak and depression but one night I chose to drive out to a nightclub with a positive attitude that I was good enough to meet people on my own. Because that is what everyone was telling me was that I was unhappy because I had a bad attitude towards life. As soon as I got there a bouncer shined a light in my face and said I needed to tuck in my shirt. Then I noticed that nobody else had their shirts tucked in and I couldn't imagine why anyone would have cared. Later that same bouncer yanked me by the arm and screamed profanities in my face. He slapped me on the back really hard and said "your shirt!" I didn't understand what I did to deserve that man's hatred and anger. Nobody cared what shirt I was wearing or how I was wearing it because I doubt anyone noticed my existence. I sat next to someone and just tried to make friendly conversation only to be told to go away. Having a positive attitude doesn't count for much when everyone around you has made the decision to be miserable. As depressed as I was feeling at that time I made the decision to go out and improve my situation. Other people in spite of every blessing they have still choose to be obnoxious pricks to everyone else and that is what it is to choose misery over happiness. I wasn't happy either but damn it at least I was trying.
In fact, when I went to California I went out to gay bars and found some pretty cool down-to-earth people who were happy with themselves. It wasn't anything so narrow-minded as being gay or straight, it was about who was friendly and who was a jerk to me. It really is not that complicated but if I told people that I went to gay bars, they look at me strange because it doesn't occur to them how nasty people are in mainstream places. I just made friends more naturally at gay bars because I never looked at them with any preconceived judgments. I accept that there are people in this world that are different than me and I hope they will accept me. Ultimately I went to Costa Rica for volunteer work because I could not tolerate being depressed all the time and it was all such a breath of fresh air. I didn't have to work to meet people anymore. I didn't have to search for sub-cultures of outcasts because people were naturally friendly and at peace. There was no more bullshit.
When I came back it was the same bullshit all over again. Nobody understood how I felt; they just assumed that I was happy to be back in the US and I damn sure wasn't. I found a salsa restaurant called Gloria's to indulge my love of salsa dancing and to a degree that was better because I was in a Latino culture of passion and love of life. I didn't have friends to go out with but I still went out to talk to women myself. The band was made up of Puerto Ricans that took a shine to me because I was different than most white people they knew. Since I was alone, I wrote what I thought in a journal because that is how I keep myself sane. One night I was writing about how I think Newt Gingrich is an idiot and the manager was on my case about people complaining that they thought I was writing about them. Are people really so petty and insecure? Why can I not mind my damn business without people turning it into something about them? This is ultimately what I hate about America for all its perks - people don't understand how I feel; they just assume how I feel and who I am. People are incapable of understanding my perspective.