So after yesterday's minor bitch session about work, I had to go into work on an off Friday BOOO! I powered thru a half day at feverish pace to get away from my dreary cold dungeon next to leaving behind my pals the servers (sometimes I feel bad for them always being cooped up confined to that room for their entire miserable lives). But not bad enough to break them out and subject myself to the legal issues the DoD my instill on me. Man do I always go down this utterly ridiculous tangents, it's amazing tat you readers tend to follow me down those rabbit holes.
About noon I skirted out of the front gates, headed for a meal and hopefully with a successful adventure. On a previous journey downtown I did have a fine time with some randoms while I enjoyed a fish dinner. While sitting all alone to the soundtrack of fans, that sounds like a swarm of African Killer Bees, I thought it would be interesting to go to a restaurant with the sole intension to have a meal with people/person who I have never met, STRANGERS! Being the consummate pick up artist I thought I would have no issues with coaxing new people to a meal with the man, the myth, the legend... Mr. Justin Summers. (Another thing I realized is that the only one of those I qualify for is the 1st, and not much of one in fact).
Thinking ahead I figured that Old Town would be a good place to meet some open tourists or grizzly locals. First, it is incredibly hard to do this type of contact with coming off like a serial murderer or child rapist, so if your not a cunning linguist you might not want to dive into this section of the pool. After some friendly exchanges at the bar (it's not like I can just wait at the front door and ask everyone that comes in, and the answer is no to the question that everyone wants to ask; not a drop), I ran into a local couple that could of passed for family on my Mom's side. I spoke with them for a bit, and just came out with it an eternity passed as I nervously awaited a response. Luckily for me they were ready for a meal, and would love the company.
Anne & Mack are a delightful couple that have lived in San Diego all their life, they have 2 kids both grown, and have been married 26 years. The conversation was much like the one's I have with Nana & Tata, not so personal but it resembled. A pleasant meal with pleasant company... The unfortunate outcome was the realization that I don't have a ton of friends of my own that I spend a considerable amount of time with. Looking back at the depressing state that I have broken out of, it was because I walled myself off from the world, I only had one best friend and I drove that person away with great veracity & now I don't even have that.
Knowing that you can't just grow friends on tree's, I need to make an effort to reinvigorate those past relationships that I dearly miss. Hopefully, they read this, so that they would know that I am not the same sad, depressed, terrible human being, but a rebuilt upgraded Justin 2.0... "we can rebuild him, we have the technology!!" Here I come you guys, beware... because friends will call you a retard, but a true friend will be there acting like one with you.
- Cheers
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