Staying positive
I recently read a post about luck. It said that you focus on remembering situations of good luck and not focussing on bad, you’ll feel like a lucky person, even if your “actual” luck (whatever that means) doesn’t change.
In that vein, I’m not going to focus on the brat I heard in the hall today asking her mom, “Was that a boy or a girl?” (She really is a brat. Her teacher confirmed it.)
Instead, I’m going to focus on something my roommate told me.
Last weekend, she and I (and some other friends) went to a bar for a friend’s birthday party. I want to note, even though it’s not strictly relevant to the story, that this bar was cowboy themed and had a mechanical bull. I also want to note I rode the bull not once, not twice, but three times, and that doing so was amazingly fun. (And that I’m better than all of my friends at mechanical bull riding, but you already suspected that, didn’t you?)
So I didn’t know the birthday girl that well – she’s more my roommate’s friend than mine – and there were a bunch of people there I either didn’t know at all, or only knew in passing. I got a vibe from one of the guys that he was trying to flirt with me, but wasn’t quite sure. I usually assume I’m wrong about those kind of things, so I acted friendly-but-not-too-friendly, and went to ride the mechanical bull again.
Well, last night, my roommate said that she heard from the birthday girl that this guy was asking about me. Not only that, but he said I was cute and “spunky.”
Well!
Themocracy
I’d like to argue whether or not you were the “best” at the bull ride. Though you mounted that bad boy better than any of us could dream of, I feel like the two times I went I stayed on just as long as you if not longer the first time. Granted we didn’t actually time ourselves
Oh, no. I’m pretty sure I was the best.