oh fuck off and die
Sometimes I just don't deal well with people.
I don't like dancing, I've discovered, when I can't move at all. Odd, that. As I was leaving, the type of guy who always seems to notice when I'm in a particular mood ended up convincing me to dance with him. It was nice of him and he was amusing for a dance or two, but ultimately I get tired of the 'sexy dance with the same two steps' really quickly. I thanked him and left.
quasi-related; I seem to be grating on people lately, and vice versa. I'm not quite sure what's going on there. Maybe it's just the end of my social phase for a while and I should give up and hide. Might be, I suppose, but then I'm also feeling stupidly lonely. Of course, that particular emotion's been defined here before. bah. it's probably time to eat something and go to sleep.
Incidentally, the title's directed at myself, so don't take offense.