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Directions

by Kaion

So I went out with my friends tonight because apparently all of my threats upon their life, spoken or otherwise, haven't alienated them from me yet. Good friends are like a good case of herpes. You get them when you're having fun, they're going to be with you forever, and when you're dying, you'll probably perfer to not be reminded that they're there. After all, who needs a reminder of their former vitality when all that has faded away? Regardless, we all decided that it was a good idea to get out and socialize.

After careful consideration about venue and time, we all disembark from our respective domiciles(as it would be rather curious if we disembarked from each other's domicles; being that most of my friends are guys and we live nowhere near a confessional) and out to the designated area. For the most part, the congregation process goes smoothly. Mind you, this is the first vital step in a night which will be wrought with semi-mediated actions; so this is really going to set the tone for the evening. Apparently that tone was set to "That annoying noise you get when you run a clean hand across tightly wrapped saran wrap" because we get half the people there and the other half are lost. Better yet, three different cars manage to get lost within three blocks of each other. These people are most likely pulling up next to each other at stop lights, yet they can't get take the intiative to just end this little automotive pollen dance, and just stop for directions. Their logical(and I do use the term loosely) recourse is to continue doing figure-eights around the same two blocks and use up all their weekend minutes talking to me.

Me? I just can't get drunk fast enough for this night. I can already tell that this is not going to be a night to remember, if I have any sense in my head and an I.D. in my wallet. The thing is, I know that this is just not me. This kind of behavior is not the purgatory of creatively bereft God. This is a personal hell that we all have to go through when we try to organize a get-together with three or more friends. The simplest solution would be just to stop organizing larger gatherings, but I can stand all of my friends enough to have their undivided attention for an entire evening. In that situation there is a far greater chance that some of them may notice that all the attention is not being repaid, and that's more talking with them to cool the tension. Hardly socially effecient.

Perhaps I am being a little hard on my friends. Maybe there is no good way to give directions. It would seem counter-intuitive, being that there is a very real way to give bad directions:

Person 1 (He who is already on location): Where are you at right now?

Person 2 (He who is not): 92nd and Q.

Person 1: Okay, keep going straight for two more blocks and look for the gas station. Take a right...

Person 2: Wait, how do you know which direction I'm going?

Person 1: Doesn't matter, just know that I do, and you need to go two more blocks and look for a gas station.

Person 2: Turn by the gas station?

Person 1: No, turn into the gas station; you're running on 'E'.

Person 2: ...Holy crap, I am. How did you know that?

Person 1: The real question is 'How didn't you', anyway call me once you're done filling up.

Okay, well maybe not everyone's direction giving/receiving process goes exactly like that, but I'm the writer and I'm crafting the ideal world and in my ideal world, when you are directing the lost; omnisence abounds.