I skipped a post yesterday... make it a two for one deal?
Sure, why not.
SO, I've been somewhat emotionally unstable, right?
Well... not SO unstable... mostly just depressed, then very depressed, then hopelessly depressed... then again to averagely depressed.
Hanging with friends tends to curb this, since I force myself to act like a normal person. Who the hell likes hanging out with a sourpuss, right? And what the fuck do you do with an AnoMALIE who won't shut the fuck up but only cries... I can be pretty fucking scary when I cry.
Yesterday, in an effort to be genuinely happy... or normal, I decided to do that afternoon card game chill-out with a couple of friends (you know, what I mentioned in the previous post).
For the most part, I was doing great.
I played my first game of "Uno" and I was pretty much massacring.... something I tend to do when card games are involved... because ghetto kids may not have lots of toys when growing up, but you can bet your last fucking dollar they've played with a deck of cards... especially in this city (I shuffled like a casino dealer by the time I was in third grade).
Anyway, I'm killing at the card games... KIND of pissing off the rest of the gang... because they thought I'd be as clueless at card games as I am with everything else in this life.
After my third game of handing people's asses on a plate, they suggested we play a game that's sort of a cross of hot-potato and Taboo... aka a trivia game.
NOT FAIR! You know I was raised Mexican! I don't know American pop culture!
Me, being the good sport... the doormat I am, went with the flow.
I was paired with a dude I have a platonic crush on. He's surprisingly witty and intelligent because he hides it well with all of his heavy-metal tee-shirts.
We were teamed up against a married couple.
Hmmm...
I was growing increasingly frustrated because the married couple could guess their words by just shooting themselves a look.
When it came to ME giving the clues to my partner, I was fucking awesome... mainly because he was so damn smart.
But when it came to me receiving the clues... WELL! Let me tell ya... it was fucking ridiculous.
What frustrated me MOST was that the married couple were able to "steal" our words if I didn't know the answer... which was EVERY SINGLE TIME! And these three people are super close... so... the married couple were guessing MY words.
After the SEVENTH time this happened to me... and on the word "credit union" (the clue my partner gave me was "people took their money out of the bank and placed it here..." My response: In a safe? UNDER THE MATTRESS?! I DON'T KNOW!), I finally lost it.
That's right... I CRIED.
I went red in the face... and cried.
Jesus.
I reverted to being seven, losing at LIFE (the board game, ok, the board game), and crying when I'd drive past my last chance at getting a kid, with a total of zero kids in my car.
That killed the mood... and freaked everyone out.
That'll teach them to try and beat me at a game.
Sure, why not.
SO, I've been somewhat emotionally unstable, right?
Well... not SO unstable... mostly just depressed, then very depressed, then hopelessly depressed... then again to averagely depressed.
Hanging with friends tends to curb this, since I force myself to act like a normal person. Who the hell likes hanging out with a sourpuss, right? And what the fuck do you do with an AnoMALIE who won't shut the fuck up but only cries... I can be pretty fucking scary when I cry.
Yesterday, in an effort to be genuinely happy... or normal, I decided to do that afternoon card game chill-out with a couple of friends (you know, what I mentioned in the previous post).
For the most part, I was doing great.
I played my first game of "Uno" and I was pretty much massacring.... something I tend to do when card games are involved... because ghetto kids may not have lots of toys when growing up, but you can bet your last fucking dollar they've played with a deck of cards... especially in this city (I shuffled like a casino dealer by the time I was in third grade).
Anyway, I'm killing at the card games... KIND of pissing off the rest of the gang... because they thought I'd be as clueless at card games as I am with everything else in this life.
After my third game of handing people's asses on a plate, they suggested we play a game that's sort of a cross of hot-potato and Taboo... aka a trivia game.
NOT FAIR! You know I was raised Mexican! I don't know American pop culture!
Me, being the good sport... the doormat I am, went with the flow.
I was paired with a dude I have a platonic crush on. He's surprisingly witty and intelligent because he hides it well with all of his heavy-metal tee-shirts.
We were teamed up against a married couple.
Hmmm...
I was growing increasingly frustrated because the married couple could guess their words by just shooting themselves a look.
When it came to ME giving the clues to my partner, I was fucking awesome... mainly because he was so damn smart.
But when it came to me receiving the clues... WELL! Let me tell ya... it was fucking ridiculous.
What frustrated me MOST was that the married couple were able to "steal" our words if I didn't know the answer... which was EVERY SINGLE TIME! And these three people are super close... so... the married couple were guessing MY words.
After the SEVENTH time this happened to me... and on the word "credit union" (the clue my partner gave me was "people took their money out of the bank and placed it here..." My response: In a safe? UNDER THE MATTRESS?! I DON'T KNOW!), I finally lost it.
That's right... I CRIED.
I went red in the face... and cried.
Jesus.
I reverted to being seven, losing at LIFE (the board game, ok, the board game), and crying when I'd drive past my last chance at getting a kid, with a total of zero kids in my car.
That killed the mood... and freaked everyone out.
That'll teach them to try and beat me at a game.
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