Hey, you're weird.

Alright guys and dolls. I have been meeting quite a few people while living here in the BK, and I must say either 1. A majority of them have been apprehensive to pursue friendships for whatever neurosis they have, 2. Have been incredibly awkward/said really offensive, off-putting things, or 3. HAVE BEEN PLAIN FREAKING WEIRD. Is it in the water? Am I going to catch this inexplicable weirdness, too? Gosh, I hope not. I was just speaking to a good friend of mine about how hard it is to make friends. At this point in our lives are we so set in our own ideals that we can't branch out and meet people who don't share our EXACT SAME interests?! What are we... 85?! I still love going out and meeting people, don't get me wrong, but now I'm not so easily distracted by the novelty of strangers. I am more wary of people I don't know because they are all POTENTIAL NUT JOBS! So, yeah.
I remember going out to Barcade one night and meeting this girl I thought was totally cool so I was like let's exchange numbers and hang out. BAD IDEA. Come to find out this crazy girl has some SERIOUS issues. Without prompt she brought up some kinky sexual preferences she had (she said she preferred guys "dicks" but loved "tits" and wished she could have both- I by no means was offended by her desires, but extremely shocked that she would tell a complete stranger this), laughing hysterically after.She kept bringing up the fact she was Irish and proceeded to tell a very racist joke, telling me not to be offended- the joke: What does a black kid get for their birthday: PUNCHLINE: Your bike. Really?! How incredibly stupid. Um. CRAZY. At another place, I was with my friend and his boyfriend and we were all talking, sitting at the bar, and this other guy comes up to us and starts to hit on my friend's boyfriend- knowing he's taken! Telling us his boyfriend and him are having troubles, spilling his relationship details to an audience he met 5 minutes prior. WTF CRAZIES?! Oi. I just don't understand the audacity of people to just say whatever they want without consideration for others.

Oh and dating. Uuuuhhh guuuuuhhhhh. Yup, I swore I'd never talk about it on my blog, but it has to be the most confusing, awkward social experience(?). It's funny because no matter how many people I ask for advice I get the same answers, "I don't know," "I have no idea," "I'm confused, too." No one can seem to crack the shell of this age old human interaction. What does it all mean? Why do we put ourselves through it, knowing the result- more confusion and frustration. I think I'm just not cut out to date. Hanging out with my friends is just so much less stressful and not potentially mortifying... well, sometimes. Also, I wish people would just be honest. None of these lame excuses- just say what you feel. We're all adults here, right? Geebus. I'm not talking about one experience bee tee dubbs, but my general (mis)understanding of dating.
Can we just be friends? So much less pressure. Hate it. I think I'm gonna be a recluse with 96794875934 cats and imaginary friends.

I need to get out of the city. I need some good ol' nature. Somebody take me camping.

pretty please?!





I'm out.

WAITING WAITING WAITING and oh look, MORE WAITING!!!

Subsequent events are proving to be worse than the accident. Sitting for 5 hours (!!!) in a waiting room, only to see the doctor for a few minutes is just plain stupid. I went to Bellevue today for a follow-up appointment at the Trauma clinic. And I don't mean to be rude, but I swear every person I interacted with who worked at the hospital was new, or frankly, had no idea wtf they were doing.

I was sent to get this ridiculous, cheap-looking red card for what I HAVE NO IDEA, but it had my address on it and the address was wrong. Looking to quickly remedy the situation, I tell the person behind the counter. "I'll take care of this right away. Just sit over there and wait for your name to be called," he says. Awesome, I thought. That was pretty simple, right? WRONG. I waited for over an hour only to find out from another person behind the counter my name wasn't even in the queue. WHAT. She told me I shouldn't have to wait for more than 10 minutes for a card, and if I did there was a problem. Well, thanks for that nowww lady. so she fixed my card and it printed out like 5 minutes later. FML. I then had to go BACK upstairs to wait for my name to be called (it was called while I was downstairs, so I was bumped to the bottom of the list). After waiting for another 45 minutes, I went to see the doctor who basically looked at my injuries only to conclude I needed some ibuprofen. WOW. So she tells me she wants to see me in couple of weeks and sends me BACK to the waiting room. After waiting for oh, THREE HOURS, after pestering the shit out of the woman at the front desk who was also, (dare i say it?) YES- INCOMPETENT, I was told by SOMEONE ELSE I didn't need to come back. I ALMOST FAINTED. Honestly, I think I was suppose to make that appointment, but there was no way I was waiting any longer in that loony bin.
Lesson learned today: Wherever these bumbling IDIOTS went to school was either nonexistent OR made of gum drops and meth.
I can't express how frustrated I was by the lack of knowledge so many of them had and without apology!!! AHHHHHH!!!
HOW DID YOU GET THIS JOB!? PEOPLE'S HEALTH IS KIND OF A BIG DEAL, HUH?! IF YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO FOLLOW THROUGH WITH ANYTHING DON'T GO INTO HEALTH CARE!! Asses. NINCOMPOOPS!!!

If I have to go through that again, I just may go ahead and overdose on IBUPROFEN. It was comical being there, waiting to see what foolish character I would deal with next. Although, I must say the doctor and her assistant were awesome. And many hot doctors frequented the clinic, which I didn't hate, but all of that was not worth the trauma I sustained while waiting. WAITING-CONSTANTLY WAITING. NY, you need to get your health system together, it makes me sick. Oh, that goes for you too other 49 states.



I'm out.