Clubs
I hate clubs. They really are the epitome of everything that I dislike in the world. Loud techno music, superficial relationships, and the inability to carry out a conversation. I have been to a few clubs since I have come here, and every time I tell myself it is going to be different this time. Never has it actually been better. I suppose part of that has to do with my discomfort with walking up and dancing with random women, but also I just do not enjoy the whole atmosphere. I believe that in order for one to truly enjoy this experience, one would have to be hopped up on some serious drugs, partially retarded, or simply a woman. Now hold on before you judge me for including women in that list. Women in general love clubs. Women have the ability to go into a place and just enjoy dancing with no agenda, nor any desire for anything more. Men in general cannot do that. A man walks into a club with one purpose: women. He is not there to dance in a circle of friends by himself, he is hoping that he can find some random attractive woman.
Personally, I cannot walk into a club and enjoy the stupid awkward dancing with friends, or the sitting and listening to stupid pounding music. Give me an ice cold beer, some nice rock and roll, and a small table where one can talk. That is the ideal. Nevertheless, everytime someone says: “lets go to a club,” I always forget these ruminitions and start the whole process over again. I can do nothing but shake my fist in anger at the cosmos, and carry on with the stupid endless cycle.