The Way Life Goes...

I often find myself trying to invest some time in building up my social life, which is non-existent. You know, trying to make friendships and to show myself somewhere other than at the university. And so, I went to a friend's birthday just the other day. We went to a restaurant, a nice restaurant, nearby and just had a sort of get together. You know, just sit around a table and nibble and chill. It is just at times like this when I realize why I'm not a people person. People bore me. They always talk about the same things! For some reason, the women around me always end up talking about men and relationships: their men, their current relationships, their past relationships, the drama in their lives, what to do in a relationship, what men do, what women do, what they should do, etc. You know the deal. And I'm always interested to hear what they say. You know, to know what people are talking about and to know what are the current dynamics between the sexes. But after about 10 minutes of this talk, I get bored. Very bored. And so its hard for me to be around people and to go to these things if I know I'm gonna get bored. Very hard. Why always talk about the same things? Why the need to talk about men? Isn't there anything else to talk about? And if its not that then its the usual academic talk where the aim is: 1. test you and your knowledge (as if you were in an interview or something) or 2. show off their knowledge or "knowledge" and/or 3. test you. You see why I'm not a people person? I think that's why I end up making friends with younger people, way younger people, like teenagers, because although they have "la pavera y la tonteria tipica de la edad" they are fresh and, for the most part, careless and fun to be around. So yes, this is my frustration now and has been since as long as I can remember: people. And isn't it funny how life goes? When you find out that people who never talked to you, made your life miserable or even acted like you never existed in a past stage of your life suddenly talk to you as if nothing had ever happened? You know, like "hey, wassup girl?" and you're like "uh ha, ok... Good and you?" and then you ask yourself "WTF?" Maybe I need to forget stuff and accept that time changes people and makes people forget and move along, but my problem is that I remember. I remember. Life is funny, or not funny, this way.