I had a lady tell me at work once, in an almost angry, upset voice, "You need to lighten up!" I thought it was funny, kind of ironic. It was like when Jeff C. pushed Andy Allnut against the wall and yelled, "YOU need to SETTLE DOWN, Allnut!" Meanwhile, Andy merely stared in astonishment and ended up laughing in scorn. Now despite the irony of someone saying I need to lighten up in a tone that was anything but light with little reason for saying anything of the sort other than that I had had a busy, stressful day, and apparently didn't joke around with her enough at her stupid boring table. Despite all this and my indignation, which I cleverly hid behing the response, "Okay," as I smiled on her way out the door.
But the fact is, I do have a pretty serious side, with which there is nothing wrong - I like seriousness. But while I have no trouble laughing with good frequency and relaxing peacefully, it may sometimes be true that I actually do just need to lighten up. But I'm not conceding in any way that that ridiculous woman was in any way right at that time. She took my lack of energy on a Saturday morning a bit wrong. I'm talking about my habit of thinking about things too much and not getting out enough to just relax and have a good time, for which I alluded to my need in a previous post.
Well, tonight, I did, and though I feel really kind of stupid talking about how proud I am of the fact that I left my apartment and went out to have a good time on a Wednesday night where I would normally sit at home reading, what can I say? I needed to get out, and I actually had a fun time. Jessie is going to be very mad at me when she reads of this, because it turns out I ended up going to a place that she has suggested to me before, to which I indeed had no interest in going. But I went to play poker, alright? I just went to play poker. And then after I got fifth place out of about 15 guys, which earned me no winnings, but cost me nothing anyway, I proceeded to attempt mingling. Somehow I found the courage to approach a couple girls and join them at their little table. Introductions made, I proceeded to sit at said table, while the girls went back and forth between meeting friends, country-line dancing out on the floor, an rejoining me at the table. Eventually, I even danced with both of these girls and a couple others, and I had a fun time. Somehow I even managed to NOT THINK too hard or be too serious. They may have thought I was the most boring bloke on the block, but that's alright. I had a good time. And dancing country may even be growing on me. who knows. It felt pretty bizarre, though.