I've been writing for years...

I suppose now isn't the time to give up, I was just a little bothered that so many people misunderstand my writing.

I've said before I'm a happy person, I just bitch a lot. I don't know what to be grateful for, but there is definitely a lot. Take this weekend for example. Friday night and Saturday night I drank and partied like nobody's business. It was fun. I don't really remember much of Saturday night, but it was still good to kick it with people who I've been around for so long yet never really gotten to know.

"Wait a minute, how old are you?"

"Twenty-seven."

"Oh." Awkward pause and two steps back. That was some funny shit.

Anyways, that was all Saturday night. Friday night, that was a different story. I don't think anyone could deny that it's providence that has brought a few people into my life, and among them would be the two who I spent all of Friday night and Saturday morning with. Three people who at first glance have nothing in common turn out to be more kindred than anyone could hope to be after years of friendship. For that, and a few hours where we could just be ourselves and not care what the rest of the world has to say, I'm extremely grateful.

Whether or not we'll ever discuss that particular night and our conversation, I can't say for sure. But needless to say, I'm glad we had it. How can three people have such similar experiences? Again, I tell you it's providence.