Tale 1: Hitting The Bottom

Today was when I really hit the bottom. It was more of a culmination of events than an actual beginning, however. Everything in my social life was coming to an abrupt end. For the past 3 years I had been living a fairly normal high school life: just with little social excitement. Gradually things got worse and worse until I just became some sort of social blob: I had a mere four friends and absolutely nothing to do to make me happy. Well, today was the day that my pathetic reality decided to pick itself up and clock me in the face. It really hit me at about 7:00 pm: I had just accompanied my friend to Frog's Fitness and had an hour to kill before I reconvened with him. I was a normal high school nerd on a Saturday night, except my problem was I literally had nothing to do. There were various nerdy activities going on related to my school and such, but I had no interest in them, as any sensible kid in my position would. Instead I was stuck in some sort of limbo, forced to waste the time which of course all adults deem "the time of your life". Well I started out this period of my golden years by driving around in circles on El Camino Real. I made random turns until I got tired of it, and then I finally found myself at a local McDonald's parking lot. On my way in I saw some fat people gorging themselves on their gluttony, and I slithered my way through them to go take a piss. I sat in the grimy bathroom for about 20 minutes before I couldn't take it anymore, and then I got back in my car. I started driving North for no apparent reason and ended up in some nerd restaurant called Tin Leaf. I went to the bathroom again to try to waste time but I couldn't, so I just sat in the restaurant for a while, gazing at the weird people around me. I saw a girl with a tattoo on the back of her neck, and it reminded me of this hot girl I used to see working at Daphne's with a similar tattoo. About a month earlier I had pussed out when I was about to ask her for her number, and the next time I came to the restaurant the staff told me they didn't know who I was talking about when I asked when she worked. This was a prime example of some of the unbelievable luck I get, but I'll save that story for another time. At that point it was just about time to meet up with my friend, so I began to head back, nearly killing myself on multiple occasions. I met up with his bitch ass and we began to drive home, but on the way I needed to get gas. We went to a Chevron station and while my car was filling up I went to relieve my puny bladder once again. When I walked into the bathroom I immediately saw it. There was a shit sitting there on the floor right next to the toilet. It was a fucking dung pile plopped on the floor just chillin' there, mocking me. I took my piss with a sheepish expression on my face and proceeded to walk out, and when I turned the key in I told the guy at the front about the fat turd in his restroom. The douchebag tried to make some joke about it and thought I was the one who put it there, so I just turned around and walked out. I then drove back to my friend's house with him laughing at me for a considerable amount of time afterwards, and I thought about how things had just really gotten out of hand. This was the night when I truly realized how shitty my life had become, and I began to wonder if it was just some sort of joke of a reality. I know what I think, but my hope is that this blog can help you decide for yourself too.