I woke myself up

For whatever reason something strange happened while I was trying to sleep.  A post woke me.  Well more of an oddball thought then a post but a thought that would not leave me and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to write about it.

This weekend was a good weekend.  Got to see people I have fun with and made a few new friends.  Now I am sure the exact events of the weekend would be more entertaining than my current thought but it was not the weekend that has woken me on this night.

It was an interaction with someone that I have met a few times before.  The first time we met it was pleasant and that’s all I really remember about.  It’s not who you might be thinking of. The next time we met was brutal.  In the sense that the discussion we had was one of the most passive aggressive talks I have ever had (not me but from them.)  So bad that I brought it in the conversion about how impossible it was to talk to them.  That’s fine; I left and continued on my journey of drinking and having a good time.  I really didn’t think much of it other than that person is having a bad night.  But then the craziest thing happened.  I saw that person again and it was the same damn thing.  So I stood back and watched, if only for a few moments, if their interactions with other people were just as weird. They may have just been unpleasant people all together. But no, they were pleasant and having fun.  While I get talked to like someone, at any moment could smash a bottle over my head for some unexplained atrocity I have cause this person.  The final conclusion is that this person loathes me for unknown reasons.  So much so that it was like talking to a republican about abortion.  They produced a lot of long hateful stares and backhanded comments that would make small children cry.  Not from me but from my samurai word smith foe of the night.   As usual I walked off to find someone more fun to talk to.  Cause rudeness isn’t just rude but incredibly boring.

Now, I’m not the kind of person that needs everyone to like me because I automatically assume that there is no one cooler in any room I step into, therefore “haters goin hate.” 

Final summation?  A great weekend with hopes for a repeat soon.  With a small, almost none existent interaction that I look forward to making worse in the future.  Now I can go back to sleep.