Well, madness? You got me that's for sure.
"For the first time in my life I was afraid..." -Bryce Merritt
It was a completely different atmosphere with which I was exposed to certain *ahem* beverages. Blues and pinks and greens. My heavy winter coat was shed once I stepped inside. There was a shadowed hallway which led to the gray rooms, tight with people and words. There was an air of lightheartedness, like no one really cared what was now or what was to come. But, for me at least, it wasn't an "oh, I'm gonna dance away my blues, feelin' so fine, grinning with content" thing. And it wasn't unbearably uncomfortable or extremely awkward either. I just felt out of it, apart from everything even though I was standing right next to them. Like they all were in on some secret message and I had showed up five minutes late and missed it. Flowy shirts slightly turned, jean pockets twisted a little, hoodies disoriented, and big, big smiles. But sleepy, sleazy smiles. I had the whole "I don't know what to do with my hands"deal and then shortly realized no one was looking. So I'd shake my hips from side to side and settle.
Honestly, I kept thinking...is this it? What's so freaking funny? Remind me why this is fun again?
I'm sorry, but there's just gotta be more. I don't mean to be a snob, it's just my past that's affecting me. But it didn't really bother me that much. I'm just here for the ride. New experiences right?