Never mind the blood; dig deeper.

I am thinking that at this very moment, I feel incredibly pissed off. Nearly livid.

I was headed home from hanging out with quarterlife and Robot, and B-Rex texted me, and told me to go hang out with him and drink. So I did. After making a joke about one of the girls there “knowing her place” (a type of joke I used to take violent offence to and have since eased up on because it is somewhat funny) and being met with complete and utter offendedness, I apologized sincerely to those who seemed most upset about it, and was told that “we were cool.” Not ten minutes later, B-Rex is being called into a huddle, and I can hear them talking about me needing to leave. So I put my beer down, excused myself to Right (who I haven’t seen since high school, what the fuck!?), and took off. B-Rex called me shortly after and asked where I was. I explained the situation to him. And now I’m just pissed off because people are fucking spineless drama whores who don’t have the nerve to tell a person to their face when they have a problem. Had I been aware that that joke was going to offend people, I wouldn’t have made it. Were they mature and realistic people, they would have realized that I didn’t mean to offend anyone, and considering that I HAVE NEVER MET THEM BEFORE IN MY LIFE there was no way I was to know that it would upset them, they would let it go. I’m beginning to get over it, but I’m still put off by the fact that people are such douchebags. I’m tired of those kinds of people. TIRED.

But I’m excited that B-Rex a. wanted to hang out with me and b. broke up with his immature slut of a girlfriend. All in all, it was a decent night, and despite my inital irateness toward dumbfucks, I’m good. Golden. WHAT THE FUCK EVER.