developing complexes
I think I've developed some kind of antisocial complex.
I don't leave my house unless practically FORCED to.
I actually attempted to go out and have fun lately.
Yesterday, I was supposed to go paintballing. I turned down plans to go to my friend's house, saying, "I'd have to leave and hour after I got there to paintball. It's just not worth it."
So I call to tell my friends I'll be over soon, and my friend picks up, and is like, uhhh, you have the wrong date, dude. I said tomarrow.
So I get all decked out in skuddy clothes from the bottom of the hamper, and when I get there, it's too hot and they can't find the padding you're supposed to wear anyways. Luckily, I've brought my bathing suit so I can go swimming (my pool looks like somebody put six billion packets of lime Kool-Aid into it, and I'm not going swimming in there because I might contract syphilis or be dyed permanently green).
That's what I thought.
Because five minutes after we get there, our moms decide to go out to get plants at some obscure greenhouse a few towns over, saying they'll be back before five so we can swim.
What happens is that they get back barely in time to rush me home so I can pick up my guitar for lessons, and change into some better clothes so I can go to a coffeehouse with my friend who I haven't seen in over a month, anyways.
I write out the check in the car and stuff 'cause it's my week to pay.
So my mom drops me off at the music store for my lesson. I try the door to the music rooms upstairs.
Locked. It's never locked. Even when he's run across the street to 7-11 or something, he doesn't lock the door.
There's no note on the door either. So I figure that he tried to call and say tthat he had to cancel (Jesus! No one shows up for me even when I'm paying them to!), but we were out so he couldn't get through. And I get bitchy so I rag on my mom about maybe turning the answering machine ON, which she hasn't done since two summers ago when we got all these calls and she didn't feel like going through them.
We round the bend in the car, and stuck on the front window of the music shop is a note that reads, in big black letters, "CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS".
My mom gets a snide "I know everything" look on her face, and proceeds to drive me to my friend's house. Yet we soon realise I have no money to go get coffee with, so we stop at Stop & Shop, where my mom putters away for half an hour while I am waiting and paranoid of being late.
A few minutes after eight, she finally pulls up in front of my friend's house. I ring the doorbell, and his mother answers.
My mom drives off, seing that I'm inside and all is well.
His mom looks at me quizzicly and asks "What are you doing here?"
"Umm... well. I came to go for coffee..."
"He screwed up again. He's at rehearsal, you know."
"Erm."
*Siiggh*. "C'mon. I'll take you home."
I think I'd avoid many more disappointments if I just became a hermit and never interacted with anybody.
