23 going on 50

Waking up today i felt old.

My body didn't want to move when i told it to go, my eyes felt tired, each blink of the eye felt like there were little weights pulling down. My head throbbed, my mouth was dry, and my bladder yearned for immediate release. My alarm clock showed that sleep was going to be cut short, as i had not more than 10 minutes to get up, take the long road to a stop, where i had to catch my morning bus so i could get some education.

I keep learning about myself in the staircase of life, and it was just another step today. Hang-overs suck.

I went to my first staff x-mas party last night, and it was a good time. The beer was tasting great and had some good fun with people i have never associated with outside of work. Looking at it, i probably never will associate with most of them outside of work, because the party was at work. Did i lose you there? Right.

I went early thinking a short night was going to happen, since school was first thing in the morning and as of late, has become my first priority to myself.
Not so much. Seems it never does when you plan it that way.
Mr. Murphy changes his laws all the time.

One point in the night firmly stuck out to me. I was sitting at the bar-top talking with one of the waitresses, and the topic of relationships came up. It came in the back door right after talk of New Year's Eve parties left.

Her argument: "All guys are assholes." Fair enough. Care to back that up? Of course, the drink loosens the tongue. Here we go.

Her backup: "My boyfriend is an asshole who treats me like shit. All guys are assholes."
Having heard this before, there was no holds barred.

Q)Why are you with him
A)"Because i like him."
Q)Where did you meet him
A)"At the bar"
Q)So if you are being treated like a piece of trash, and you are complaining about it passionately, why bother
A)"I guess i like the bad boys"
Q)Do you think i'm an asshole?
A)"All guys are assholes."
Q)I guess there's nothing really left to talk about. I'm going for a smoke.
(not really a question)

Instructions: Lather, rinse, repeat as necessary. You will get guarenteed results. Sorry, your time is not refundable.
-I want that 20 minutes back-

Now this doesn't make sense to me. Perhaps it never will.
I don't thing i ever want to know or experience that.

Maybe she's right, maybe all guys are assholes. All asshole boyfriends are picked up at the bar. Then are all guys in the bar assholes? Logic would point to yes. Reason, and essentially opinion (being mine), would point to no.

I think i am on a crash course trying to understand people.
I will have lost my sanity long before gaining that knowledge.