Sunday, August 10, 2014

Yes, You are Psychos.

On Friday night I went out with a new coworker. I was very excited because like me he was new to the company and in his 20s.

I mention that he is in his 20s because the only humans I have been surrounded by are mainly 30 somethings who go out with me until like 10:45 and then have to go in because they are old and "can't keep up with me". I NEED to be around someone who can keep up with me!

So we went to an outdoor bar and drank a trillion $5 mix drinks (yes I am excited about the 5 dollar price. Why? Because I am not in Athens anymore and can hardly afford to get a buzz the few times I go out in Florida). The night was fuzzy but nothing bad. I say my goodbye and go home. The next day I said "that was fun! It was fun to go out with someone young in the company" and he goes "you're mean when you drink"

...Whoa wait what? Now I have heard a lot of different things I have been called through my four years of college drinking (not counting things my ex boyfriend said to me because lets face it no drunk college girl is ever nice to her boyfriend. Sorry bud! You were a trooper) but mean was never one of them.

I had heard...
  • funny
  • wild
  • out of control
  • blunt
  • crazy
  • unbelievable
  • stubborn
  • inaudible
  • a great bartender
  • ridiculous
  • black swan
  • crying
  • bipolar
But never mean... I am not mean. And if I am I wouldn't be to someone I didn't know. I ask him "whoa what did i do?!" and he goes "you kept calling me a psycho"

Now if you know me from Athens you are probably getting a good laugh out of this because that's just me thing. It's a word I use and never really thought twice about. Its not offensive it's just something I say. I try to explain this but this guy was legit upset over it. Oh well. Mental note that I can't call people psychos.

As I spent the rest of my Saturday laying out alone at a bay near my apartment avoiding my snapchats  from friends in Athens while instead watching hundreds of yachts drive by with groups of friends dancing and singing "I like us better when we're WAAASSSTTTTEEEEDDD" I couldn't help but think about the fact I had been called mean. How can I afford to be mean at a time like this? How can you be mean when you have no intention of being mean? I appreciate every person I have come in contact with since I moved down here.

I'll tell you Florida people what mean is...

Mean is not appreciating human interaction. The line I have heard dozens of times since I have moved down is "I mean.. he makes a lot of money". People are obsessed with going for men who make a lot of money. I literally describe my company as "a place where decent looking guys get hot girls without trying because they are good on the phone". I had a colleague ask me the other day what kind of guy I like and I said "Probably -insert guy from work who is really loud and really funny and obviously the alpha male of the company- but if you subtracted a few years. I can't date an old guy" my colleague responds with "oh yeah and he makes a lot of money"

No actually that's not it. In fact the thought seriously didn't even pop up in my head. This is something I never thought about until I either entered south Florida or the corporate world, I can't tell which yet. But how come the qualities of confidence and humor where something so undervalued and not even considered the base of what attracted me to someone. And this isn't the first time I have heard this, I have been hearing thousands of rumors of girls liking guys for their money, or girls just straight telling me that is why they like someone.

And don't get me wrong, I would love for someone to buy all my stuff. I'm poor as fuck! I literally begged a guy to let me babysit his kids so that I could watch his cable (oooooooooooooo Pawn Stars, Teen Mom, and Chopped.. how I have missed you!). I guess it's not until you are completely alone that you really understand the true value in life; which is genuine friendship. I am truly disgusted that this is the mindset people have around here.

And then I am the one who is mean and lonely.

And all in all while this rant has little to nothing to do with the young 20 something guy from work who originally call me "mean", the bottom line is I am not mean. I am genuine. And I may be blunt and weird and not fit in very well down here, but I am not mean. Mean is using people. I had never been around so many people who use each other for sex, money, and social standings. And here I am only wanting a friend to drink a loaded Corona with me on a boat while singing top 40s songs... However the concept that using people is less mean than calling someone a name is pychotic to me.

So now that I think about you, you truly are all psychos.