At some point in life, everyone holds a menial job that makes you question whether or not there are actually nice people in the world. Some people call it a summer job while others call it a career, but me? I just call it retail.
As a new kid in a new city, I have grown extremely comfortable when it comes to doing things on my own. This even includes going to the bar. Be it for a trivia night, sports game, or because I really need a drink, I have no issues sitting myself at the bar and making conversation with the bartender and the occasional strangers who choose to sit near me. My favorite, however, is the conversations that come from guys with poor social skills.
Whether these guys intentionally meant to be offensive is something that I’m not sure of… but in doing so, they unintentionally landed themselves on my blog. These following lines are completely real and have been said to me in the prior span of three weeks.
I present to you the top five lines I have heard while at a bar on my own:
Being an avid sports fan, I find it hard to edit myself from talking too much about things like baseball, football, or hockey – especially when I have taken it upon myself to write entries in a blog. Yet seeing how we’re entering into week three of the NFL season, I find it somewhat practical to take a moment to not only judge these teams, but the people who choose to follow their horrid existence. And before you ask “why aren’t the Jets in here?”, it’s simple – they haven’t been bad enough for long enough. Yet.
*And since I’ve been scolded by an easily offended Chiefs fan, the Super Bowls counted are post-AFL/NFL merger in 1970. No, the 1969 bowl doesn’t count.
Well if you haven’t picked up from my other posts by now, I have switched coasts and moved to arguably one of the most active cities in the United States: Denver. It’s a lot to adjust to after living in one of the unhealthiest cities in America for the past five years of my adult life, but I’m making the best of it. From hiking to running to healthy eating, I have made a big jump in lifestyle over the past three weeks.
Still, there are times where I feel purely inadequate.
In the past few months of being a college graduate I have been doing freelance work in what is deemed as a part of my field, but was never taught in college. Granted school is not going to teach you everything the real world will, but there are some things that universities really should start working into their curriculum for communications students. I mean – we are the future of major companies, right?
I HAVE INTERNET AGAIN! Ok, not that big of a deal, but still. In the past few days I have become nostalgic about my past five years of living in the wonderful city of Philadelphia. After all of my times moving, I haven’t found a place I could really relate to and call home until I moved into the City of Brotherly Love. If you haven’t been before, then you’re missing out. If you have been here before, then I hope you can attest to its awesomeness.
Everyone – I’m assuming – has a best friend. Some people, myself included, have more than one; but there’s always that one person that stands out above the rest. There are obvious reasons why you would consider someone a best friend, ie. how well you get along, how they treat you/defend you, and similar interests. But overall, that one above-all best friend is the one you never let go of, even if they can piss you off to no end. Here’s why:
With little to do in my life since I am no longer a college student, I have been spending almost an absurd amount of time working out. I basically have been living at the gym and on the steps of the Philadelphia Art Museum. But during this past month+ of intensely working out (which I’ve loved), I have found some things that I really hate about working out… and the people who work out around me.