On Monday I got friendzoned by “Tinder hoe” and I’m cringe. I too willingly make a joke out of everything. I told him I didn’t want to “be friends” and cut off contact. I was actually a bit sad, so I spent the day being emo and having friends roast the guy on my behalf. The support made me realize I could do better and I went back into the wild, wild world of Tinder. My methodology for Tinder is lining hoes up in waves, then deleting the app when I have a solid bunch. We’re all hoes to each other until we’re not, so disregard all the boys that came before because the players are now #teamspoopy, #team2pretty, and #teamezra. We won’t go into details about them because it’s not that serious, but I met up with #teamspoopy on Friday night and had my first kiss outside a cemetery. My first kiss at 24.
It was an arbitrary goal I set for myself: Do Something Weird and Spoopy on Friday the 13th. When #teamspoopy jokingly suggested we make out in a cemetery, I told him I was down. Whether or not he thought I was serious until the point he hopped the gate, I don’t know. We kissed outside the cemetery and then I felt brave enough to break in because, after all, it wasn’t about just kissing someone outside a cemetery – the point was to be in one; to walk where people were buried and pretend like spirits were all around, watching and judging and hexing us real good. So we broke in, walked around, and made out some more. For a first little fling it was chill, but when midnight hit I went Cinderella mode and told him I was ready to go home.
The next day, I convened with my friends and coworkers to tell them what happened. I like to gauge things based on a spectrum of perspectives because I think it’s how I can best reach an objective conclusion. But other people’s perspectives when it comes to matters of the heart don’t really mean anything. You just share and they listen and if you’re fucking up then your friends will try and lead you back to safer waters, but if you’re just messing around and doing things for laughs then what’s there to do but laugh and be in awe of how dumb and bold and young and stupid you are? It’s why I have the courage to go watch my friends play badminton in the middle of the night for no reason; why I pay $17 for coffee, pie, and mozzarella sticks at a diner in Loz Feliz; why I invited our neighbor #teamcorgi to go to the beach today.
I kind of get the hype behind the normalcy of daily work. It grounds you to a routine. This week, I’ll stick to appreciating my money flow and focus on that aspect of my life. It’s good to have fun and experience things. Doing things simply because you want to do them is what makes existing worthwhile, but working hard for yourself is most important. Getting friendzoned made me realize nobody can take away anything you worked hard for. Instead of spiraling into self-doubt, I dusted rejection off and kept it moving. Not to mention some great volunteer opportunities got sent my way or the Yaeji concert I’ll be attending on Tuesday to write about.
Here’s to another good week.
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