Today, I missed another opportunity to catch Insidious: Chapter 2.
I decided to back out again. I don't know what is wrong with me.
It's just a movie and there's no need to be unnecessarily selective of the company.
Somehow though... I cringe at the thought of one-on-one 'dates' now.
I hate the idea of having to watch my manners like crunching on popcorn softly
(not because I want to impress the other party but rather a form of courtesy).
(not because I want to impress the other party but rather a form of courtesy).
My job requires me to meet strangers on an almost daily basis. I have to think on my feet, strike up conversations.
So where's the big deal in accepting an invitation from a friend right?
Well if it's one friend you haven't met in a long while, an ex-colleague or an acquaintance,
some conscious effort must be made to fill the silence. And I would do so in order to earn a decent paycheck.
some conscious effort must be made to fill the silence. And I would do so in order to earn a decent paycheck.
But when it cuts into my personal time and space, then surely nope.
I want to watch movies with people I like and whom I feel entirely comfortable with.
Is this a newly-developed OCD of mine? Haha.
I never did the 'dating' thing. There is no in-between for me.
I never did the 'dating' thing. There is no in-between for me.
But at the very least I bothered to hangout with random friends.
Am I transforming into a hermit crab with age? Shiit.
Am I transforming into a hermit crab with age? Shiit.
At the moment if I'm out with the opposite sex (alone) you can probably be sure we're best of buddies.
Either that or someone I superbly like. Enough to risk an awkward experience.
Or..... MY CLIENT. HAHAHAHA.
