Saturday, August 14, 2004

I am unbearable

-So, what do you want to do tonight?
Why do friends always ask that question?
Whenever a friend makes plan to go out with me, they ask what I want to do. Always. I can't believe i only have friends who can't make decisions.,and have tor resort to asking me. Me. How would I know what we want to do?
Do I look like someone who makes decisions? Do I sound like someone who can make decisions in a city I hardly know?
Well they ask anyway. I suppose it's only polite; and I would complain if they didn't.
Unless they try to take me clubbing, in which case at some point in the evening I find myself cornered wth no means of transportation; they all know it's the only way to get me to set foot in a club. And sit it out, gritting my teeth in a mixture of despondency and acute longing for silence, and a bed.
More about how much I hate clubs sone other time.

So, I don't know what I want to do tonight. I've always thought that this what that very handy verb was invented -to hang out. no equivalent in French- I'd like to believe that it's because people are more purposeful, but I doubt it. Let's hang out. It makes me think of colourful bedsheets drying out on clothes lines in the sun. Hanging out.

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