It's 6:40am, I'm just home from my formal (Americans would call it a Prom) and I feel like shit. The night was.....a lot of things.
It started off great, the Limmo was schwee, the girls were looking good, it was all good. Then we got there, we got photos taken of us (us being person + date), some free drinks, then the main meal.
Things were going well, I was enjoying it but about halfway through the mean things started to go wrong. A friend of mine, who shall remain namelss due to public access to this LJ and stuff, stormed out of the place. And with good reason, the girl whom he has been with for a long time was royally flirting with a bunch of other guys (whom shall also remain nameless), she fucked off to the toilet and the poor guy said to one of them "Man I'm sick of this, if she's not flirting with him, she's flirting with you". Now the person he said this to took great offence to this and told the guy to fuck off or something and that's when he stormed out. So I go and see what the craic with that is, the guy is pissed at the other guy, I'm trying to calm him down and he's just being bitchy at me so fuck him, I went to the other guy, who was so upset he was in tears. Me and another friend (who has his own tale to tell later) tried to cheer him up, then his date comes out (I say date since they weren't exactly bf and gf at the time...) and says "I want to apologise" so we left them to it. I go and check on him a few mins later and he's still crying, apparently this woman said that she hates him. Hard words since he loves her a lot....
So pretty much the whole way through the formal him and her are arguing, making up, breaking up, making up etc. and to be perfectly honest, it's all her fault, she put the guy through hell by acting like a whore. To make matters worse, she manages to get him to think it's all his problem and that he's being an ass. I see him at the bar a little later, and he's a little happier looking. "I'm buying her a drink to say sorry". WHAT. THE. FUCK.
And it hit me then....he was just like me before...it was like looking in a mirror in time, we're all saying to him that she's not worth it but because he loves her he won't listen. And since I've been there I can understand why.....
Meanwhile, there's another couple, an almost perfect couple. During the formal they were seen hugging and kissing and smiling lots. You know, how it should be...
The guy from that couple was the guy who helped me cheer up the other guy earlier.
I mean those two...they're so great together. Admittadly I don't know them that well, but the fact that they were together for nearly 2 years says a lot. Yes, were....
Later on in the night, they start arguing....
And argue they did. At the afterformal, she slaps him full force in the face. Another girl starts shouting at him and throwing slaps, so he pushes her away, not to hurt her but to stop her from slapping him and shouting at him.
So then the second woman's Formal date "comes to the rescue", ready to beat the shit out of the guy for pushing his date, even though (sinc ehe only met her on the night) he hates her, because he's a man he has to beat the shit out of him to protect her.
Rumour spreads quickly, before long some story about my friend slapping his gf comes to light. Utter bullshit as was later admitted by her, but still it made about 4 other people want to beat the crap out of him.
Where do I stand in all this? I'm trying to keep my friend happy, who just broke up with his gf in a very painfull way, I'm also trying to stop the main guy from knocking his fuck in. And last but not least, I'm running around looking for the gf who issued the slap to get the people to back down.
Fun.
So pretty much the whole night I spent running around trying to keep people happy, there were lots of people having problems with their relationship that night, those were just the main two, but there I was, trying to get everyone happy, almost without even thinking, it's what friends do, right? Or at least, it's what I do.
And then it hit me. Like a brick. All these people I know, all my friends having bad breakups and shit.....and what did I have? Nothing.....not a sausage. The woman I went to the formal with was just a friend, nothing more, she had her eye on other people. She asked me if that was ok, I said yes, I don't see why my inadiquate nature should prevent her from having fun, but anyway...
Not woman there gave me so much as a second glance. What is with that? I'm not a bad looking guy, I'm not a complete bastard to women like a LOT of the guys there who were getting off with plenty of girls, I don't smoke or drink or do drugs.....
The only thing I do...is put myself way out for other people....
I don't understand that.
The really depressing thing, the main concrete of that proverbial brick.....was that even though all those people were breaking up....was that I was still envious....
What I would give to have that just for a moment....what is it that I'm doing so wrong that prevents this? Anyone of you that know me will know I'm not a bad guy (Sam, I'm not in the mood for any shit so just don't post any snide comments please), I'm a nice guy, I'm there for people, I do everything I can for some people....
So yeah, I'll put up pics tomorrow. It's 7:05 now and I'm Craashing badly since I drank shit loads of red bull to keep me sane and went a little too hyper running around after people, so I'm going to sleep now.
