Labels: bar , boredom , lousy date night
As I sit here in the bar I felt that time does change the way people feel: towards other people or simply how they feel about things. I, for example, usually enjoy being at a bar but not really right now. Is it because of the cheap, lousy sound that the band is delivering? Maybe it is the food. It could be that I just have a mdifferent acquired taste. Well, the ambiance maybe? There are a lot of mosquitoes here! As I am writing this, I have close to me a mosquito repeller. That could be one of the reasons why I am not having fun right now. How about the company I have with me? Well, they are not bad, they are not that fun either. Hmmmnn... the drinks? Yes, the drinks are not that great.
But all of these are minor things why I am not enjoying myself in a supposed to be fun place that I used to like.
You see the very first time I went to a bar where I really really had fun was with this guy who I first met when I was in highschool. But the very first time we went dancing in a bar was in college . That night was exceptionally fun. It was a crowded room, sound was amazing, drinks were all over the place. The excitement was beyond imagination. It was loud. The noise was music it made me high. The dancefloor shook as we danced to the music, our hearts were pounding. I could feel his sweat as his body touches mine. It felt nice...sexy.
I loved how we teased each other on the dancefloor.
Now I sit here feeling bored. The passion is no longer here. Is it the time that has changed the feeling or is it the person who has changed? Whatever the answer is it saddens me because I still want that passion. It is still in me. But what is the use of this burning passion in me if I can not feel it back?
And oh, I don't feel like being nice right now to clap at a sucky performance. I personally think that singing a song that was requested is not enough that they deserve my applause. Har!Har! But because I am naturally nice, I am just putting everything in writing :) and to keep myself occupied at this boring, longest moment I am in.
The moon is out and the stars are bright. It would have been worthwhile to stay alone in the garden with the moon and the stars. The quiet night would be my lullaby, the nice warm breeze would be my blanket. It would have been nice if only I knew what would happen before I sat here in the bar.
But all of these are minor things why I am not enjoying myself in a supposed to be fun place that I used to like.
You see the very first time I went to a bar where I really really had fun was with this guy who I first met when I was in highschool. But the very first time we went dancing in a bar was in college . That night was exceptionally fun. It was a crowded room, sound was amazing, drinks were all over the place. The excitement was beyond imagination. It was loud. The noise was music it made me high. The dancefloor shook as we danced to the music, our hearts were pounding. I could feel his sweat as his body touches mine. It felt nice...sexy.
I loved how we teased each other on the dancefloor.
Now I sit here feeling bored. The passion is no longer here. Is it the time that has changed the feeling or is it the person who has changed? Whatever the answer is it saddens me because I still want that passion. It is still in me. But what is the use of this burning passion in me if I can not feel it back?
And oh, I don't feel like being nice right now to clap at a sucky performance. I personally think that singing a song that was requested is not enough that they deserve my applause. Har!Har! But because I am naturally nice, I am just putting everything in writing :) and to keep myself occupied at this boring, longest moment I am in.
The moon is out and the stars are bright. It would have been worthwhile to stay alone in the garden with the moon and the stars. The quiet night would be my lullaby, the nice warm breeze would be my blanket. It would have been nice if only I knew what would happen before I sat here in the bar.