Don't you just hate party poopers/downers? I feel so sorry for people who once deal with or dealing with party poopers all the time. Like, everybody's having a good time except them. Since it's a party, you should be enjoying yourself, or else you shouldn't have even been here the first place.
Picture this: you're at a party with bunch of people from school. People are dancing, talking, gaming, making out and stuffs, and you're having fun. Then, this party pooper friend of yours come up to you out of nowhere and
'hey man, I'm so bored. Tell me you're bored too.'
'uh no.'
'aw come on man, let's skip this shit. Oh I know, how bout we sit outside that lousy balcony and look at the moon? So we'll be away from the humongous crowd of people? Geez I don't have any friends here and I'm not good at blending in with the crowd. So come and let's grab some cheeseburgers downtown.'
Can you guys relate to this? I know right. You didn't come all the way to a party just to babysit the party pooper.
Here's another example: you and your gal pals are at H&M, Love Culture, Primark, you name it, for a summer haul. After all those torturing exams weeks of waiting, for a haul. So both of your hands and eyes are occupied with shopping bags and busy glancing at the price tags and all, and then out of sudden, your friend starting to blurt out how worried she is for her calculus test. Worrying she would flunk it and all, and your just like, in a very difficult position. Wondering 'so should I drive this downer back home or continue raiding the glorious clothes'.
Party poopers. I know I know.
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