Tonight was almost a good night. Tonight started out super fun and ended super stressful.
My awesome homie performed tonight in a Beastie Boys cover band at Beachland to celebrate the Rock and Roll Hall induction blah-dee-blah. Well, she was amazing. She nailed ever last word and was the most rockin' girl in the entire Beachland. From there we went to our friend's house and hung out a bit. From THERE I went to XYZ for a nightcap.
When I pulled into the back parking lot, a scary looking man approached my car door. There was no one else in the parking lot and it was after 1am. Yes, I was nervous. I cracked my window about a half inch and he told me some bullshit story about his mom "trippin" and he needed to get to the east side via bus. I was alone and just wanted him to leave me alone so that I could get out of my car. I slipped some change out the window (regretably, the change ended up being 2 gold dollars. FUCK.) and told him to leave me alone. I then watched this asshole walk into the bar ahead of me and buy food at a table with 3 other shady looking individuals. I was fuming pissed, but I told him to pay it forward. He won't.
One of the servers there, with whom I've become friendly acquaintances with, gave me a hug on my way out. It was a good hug and I almost cried. She noted how hugs are so important, a fact that I have known for a very long time. I read that 4 - 8 hugs a day is what a human needs to be happy. On an average weekly basis, I will get two at the most, usually less than that (0 - 1 a week). I'm considering opening a hugging booth, only I pay people to hug me.
After a Jameson and a way-too-big bowl of stress fries, I came home. I'm expecting a check in the mail for a good sum of money, so I checked my mailbox before heading up to my apartment. I found a heavy envelope from some Catholic church and my mailed pay stub from the previous job. The pay stub had been torn open. That's right, someone got into my mailbox and opened the check stub, thankfully, it was just a stub. HOWEVER, the large for-real check that I am expecting was not in the box. It is expected today or tomorrow. I am in a small panic over this check. I have already left a voicemail for the sender stating that it may have been stolen.
I. Am. Pissed. And. I. Am. Stressed. Once again (see yesterday's entry), I still feel like this kind of stuff is going on for a reason that I'm just not realizing. Something that I'm missing. As one reader pointed out, everyone has rough patches, but my question is: WHY must all the shit always happen at once?! Can't we do a little bit of shit here and a little bit of shit there, instead of what feels like standing in the monkey exhibit at the zoo and having them all pelt you at once?
If it wasn't 2:30am, I'd be going for a run. As it is, I will turn on a tv show and fall asleep on my couch.