People Should be an Ends in Themselves...

I totally forgot that I hate parties...

Totally...

Hate...

Parties...

I was INVITED (remember the italicizing and capslocking for later...) to this party in Bucktown over by Western & Fullerton tonight... The reason I didn't laugh and say no immediately was because the person doing the inviting was a girl I met on the FaceBook form my school named Chiyo who I've been bugging about us finally meeting. I'm pretty sure she invited me here in response to this...

Not a good choice.

However, the fact that I was blinded by my happiness to finally meet this seemingly-fucking-awesome girl made it impossible for me to remember that parties are not my cup of socialization tea. So... It was a costume party. I went as Ico, and made a totally awesome costume if you ask me, but was turned away at this dumb ass fucking party because "the place was full."

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Here is our conversation:

Mike: "Hey, whats goin' on?"

Fuckheadbitchmotherfuckeridiotbitch: "Not much."

Mike: "Cool. Can I get in?"

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "The keg is all gone. Drained."

Mike: "I don't drink."

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "Why would you go to a party and not drink?"

Mike: "To meet someone."

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "Do you know anyone who lives here?"

Mike: "No. I was invited by a friend."

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "You can't get in."

Mike: "But I'm supposed to meet someone here."

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "You don't want to know anyone here. They're all assholes. Nobody cool."

Mike: "And you're full?"

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "Yeah. Sorry."

So... as I'm leaving, the memories of my hatred of the party scene FLOODING back to me, I see these skanky-ass girls in nothing but fishnets it seems walk up to the guy.

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "HEY! COME ON IN! Oh, well... You know the keg is drained... is that alright?"

Girl: "That's ok, we don't drink. I'm here to eat co--"

*and she trails off*

F.H.B.M.F.I.B.: "OH HELL, YEAH! THESE ARE MY KIND OF GIRLS!!!"

Now... since I'm pretty sure this guy wouldn't get excited about a girl who likes to eat coconuts, I can only assume she was offering certain unspeakable favors in exchange for entry into this lame-ass, typical house party.

Now... The fact that I spent all this time making my excellent costume only to be turned away from a place I didn't even know I was going to doesn't bother me. Granted, I was not told this was going to be a house party, but I still should have gotten past the exceitement of meeting Chiyo and realized she was taking me to a place where (if I had even gotten in) I would have ended up sitting on a couch next to a drunken couple making out all by my lonesome. I am disappointed about not meeting Chiyo, yes, but there will be a time for that (hopefully in a less... SHITTY place). What I am bothered by is that I let myself once again be placed in a situation where I was not in the least bit comfortable or enjoying it at all.

You know, this world will continue to be shitty as long as places like this are the norm for young people to congregate... All I'm gonna say this time is that people should NEVER be used as a means to an end... NEVER. People are an end in themselves and unless young fuckheads like my Columbia brotherin can understand this, we will be continuing the downward spiral into a race of people who don't give a rat's ass about the next person...

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*sigh* Oh well... I did get a nice costume out of the deal...

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