Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.

House parties

Ma I want to go to parties.

But nobody likes me enough to invite me.

Ma I don't like alcohol.

Ma I'm straight edge.

Alcohol isn't bad.

Not all people are pricks drunk you know Xander.

Grows up.

Alcohol becomes part of social norms.

Sex and relationships too.

I couldn't cope with the expectations that were put on me by peers.

Do you drink?

No.

Why?

Don't like it?

You a virgin Alex?

Yes.

Ever had a girlfriend?

The undatables stopped replying to my emails.

Dates?

No, I prefer other dried fruits.

Been Kissed?

Ha.

Ridicule.

So why don't you drink?

The Welsh I replied.

They don't understand, I don't elaborate.

Got sick of the questions... fucked off.

Norfolk.

York.

Birmingham.

Nottingham.

Cardiff.

Liverpool.

Bangor.

London.

Eventful summer.

My best mate persuaded me to stay in England.

But now he has a taste of alcohol.

A girlfriend.

An exaggerated sex life that he likes to brag about.

His girlfriend and him seem to be attached at the hip.

I was going to buy him a steak for his birthday.

He's doing that with her instead now I'm not invited.

Nights of anime, video games, and junk food seem to be long gone.

Is it wrong that I want to go back to the days of playing Yugioh and trading Pokemon?

Ma I've been invited to a house party.

Are you going?

No.

What why?

I'm just not comfortable.

Ma I was wrong I don't want to be invited to house parties.

Can you drop me in town, please?

I'd rather sit in a coffee shop.

Okay, Xander.

-XR