So, this is my first attempt at blogging in a long while, and my first attempt at writing in slightly shorter but still a lengthy period of time. So please forgive The Bus for what will be, more than likely, a rocky start. However, this is a start of some sort. So, if you are reading this, thanks a bunch for supporting The Bus.
Anyways, since it is seven in the morning and my brain is a bit hazy from the work night and a general hatred for the never ending demand for gasoline flavored coffee from hotel guests...I will simply give a brief overview of a little thing I have relearned in my time in Carbondale.
I fucking hate the herd mentality. Do you know how many friends I have made since I have been down here? Well, I have never been good at math and counting is for toddlers and accountants (and maybe myself when I count the cash drawer). So, uhh, well it isn't a lot. The reason for this is either because the only time I am out attempting to meet people is when I am sloshed two ways from common sense and dignity on cheap alcohol or because of the fucking herd mentality.
It is always a terrible dissapointment to head out to the bar, ready to get drunker than Nick Nolte or Mel Gibson fueled on rambunctious racist rage (that alliteration kicked a lot of ass) and meet some like minded people only to discover that everyone (probably yourself included) isn't going to the bar to do that. Well, they are going to go to the bar to accomplish the first goal but never the second. We just tell ourselves we are going to do the second because it makes us feel slightly less bad about binge drinking.
As soon as you get to the bar and attempt to play darts with your friends (I learned I am Your Respective God awful at darts), you are screwed. The herd has already taken over and it is impenetrable. You don't want to leave the group because you are either too scared or it is just too funny watching your friend break all the darts. No one wants to try to embrace the group because it is either: too scary or too funny watching the drunk guy break all the darts. THEN by the time you are drunk as shit (what an odd saying) and your friend is throwing a fuck ton of single dollars into the boxing arcade game (that was me, I really like that thing) the herd will never dissolve or accept new members.
This happens all the fucking time! It really drives me crazy because I do it too. I really wish human nature was more geared to singularity, branching out, and socializing (not online, we are really good at that).
Anyways, this is why The Bus is a lot of times having more fun drinking a half gallon of wine and falling down stairs than going out to social gatherings. Because it is never a social gathering. It is a place for your little herd to be around other herds and feel as if you are part of something larger.
Yeah so a few little footnotes here
1. I will be posting from a computer that ONLY has Internet Explorer which doesn't have spell check. I will proof-read my posts a bit, but honestly: I am really fucking lazy.
2. If you are one of my friends on FailBook drop some ideas for me to rant about. I draw more inspiration from things people say and do around me than I do from my own head.
3. If you actually made it this far...thanks a lot
- The Vibrating Wonderbus
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