Maybe it’s the fact that I got into my first car accident today or the fact that I work in retail and haven’t had a real weekend off in god knows how long. I don’t know why I said that. I don’t even remember the last time I prayed. Sorry, Mom and Dad.
Usually, it’s Monday where people are moaning and groaning about whatever they’re moaning and groaning about. I’ll be honest. I’m known for complaining about Mondays too. It happens to the best of us.
There’s just something about Fridays that makes me anxious. I feel obligated to do something but in reality, I just want to lay in bed to my heart’s content.
Why is it that in order to be a cool kid you have to be seen (on Instagram and Facebook anyways) out drinking and partying?
There’s a small part of me envious of those kids I grew up with. They seem to be having the time of their lives. I want to be having the time of my life too!
It’s too bad I’m socially awkward. I don’t know, I’m just not good with parties. Maybe I just haven’t found the right group of people? Right? You should go out with people you aren’t afraid to be silly with, right?
I don’t know. I’ll have to get back to you on that.
You wouldn’t assume I’m a 21 year old senior in college, did ya?
This blog post didn’t end up being what I envisioned in my head. Oh well. You guys don’t mind me rambling. I hope.
I’ll talk to you all soon.
(Hopefully less confused. I swear it’s the weather)