Giving Up

A weekly activity of mine has been to go out to the various bars in Santa Cruz and to get mildly drunk (one restaurant and bar I go to has a website). This has, however, turned into not the jovial night out that one might expect¹, and, I've realized, has really started to suck.

The exact problem is:

1. Never actually talking to anyone.
2. Taking up space that I can tell annoys the hipsters.
3. Being immensely sexually frustrated.

So I'm giving it up. I don't think I'll go teetotal, but I'm not going to immerse myself in the same psychological abuse every weekend. If I feel the need to "go out," I'll go sit in a coffeehouse, because at least there you can read or dick around on the computer and be ignored by everyone, instead of merely being ignored by everyone.

1. Although you can't tell, that statement was meant to be ironic.