What am I going to do for New Year’s? Oh, I don’t know. I’ll be packing the snacks for sure. Stores are closing earlier today, so I have to make sure I have the bear necessities for when I get the munchies (which is quite often). Cereal. I eat cereal like crazy. Mostly healthy…like Special K Fruit & Yogurt, Raisin Bran Crunch, Honey Nut Cheerios. But this week, I treated myself to Honey Smacks for a change…hmm. I just brought this box a few days ago, it’s almost gone. 🙂 So yeah, I eat a lot of cereal directly from the box 93.789% of the time.
As previously stated on here, I don’t like alcoholic beverages, though I’ve only tasted a couple accidentally to this point because I didn’t realize it was in my food. Either they taste bad or smell bad enough I don’t want to taste it. “Smell?” Yes, since I was a toddler, I never liked the smell of alcohol/beer. haha, I remember last year, I was visiting my sister. My brother-in-law brought me dinner (so nice) but it didn’t dawn on me that he said it was bourbon chicken. I was just so hungry. (Food!) After a few bites, my face felt like it was on fire. My eyes were burning, tearing up. I did taste pretty good, but…uhh no. I couldn’t eat anymore. So…I have Tropicana orange juice…umm…I drink lots of tea. Lots…I buy different kinds, but “Earl Grey” is my favorite. Raw sugar, a little milk…golden. I ain’t mad LOL.
Yes, people have picked on me, thinking I’m soft and/or ultra-super religious. (shrug) What can you do? eerrr…what can “I” do? People have told me, “Jesus drunk wine!” Yes, I get it; I am not Jesus. Besides, I am a bit of a control freak. 100% under control.
Anyway, when I was a kid, my parents would take me to church EVERY NEW YEAR’S EVE. Oh my gosh. To be honest, I wasn’t too fond of that (to put it nicely). Sometimes, I just wanted to do something else. But I’m not a party guy, either. Though, this year my best friend invited me to the Christmas party his job has every year. (I was So Close to getting a piano keyboard I wanted in the Christmas gift game). I had a good time. I talked to people, met people, it was good. But I’m really low-key, not the center of attention. It makes me uncomfortable.
At the same time, I go out often. I remember my early twenties, Friday nights, watch two, three movies at the theater, eat dinner, ice cream, walk along the Riverwalk, 2am I’m not sleepy, but the only places still open were clubs and bars. So, I had my identity crisis. I wanted to hang out with people, but not at the clubs or the bars, yet that’s all there was. Eventually, I found myself sitting at the outside table of bars. lol, the bartenders would stare at me like “is he gonna order something besides soda?!”
It took me a while to get comfortable being “me.” Learning that if people didn’t like something about what I did or didn’t do, I didn’t need to stress over it. I remember at one job I had just begun, I was invited to celebrate with my new co-workers at a Pub. I went. I didn’t want to be rude. But at the same time, when we arrived…it was awkward. Not for me, for them. (Yes, I ordered my soda). But the weird part was…I don’t know how to explain it. I have this um…”vibe” that even when I meet strangers, often times, they can look at me and tell I’m a Christian. You know what I mean? I don’t have to say anything or carry a Bible around, they just give me “that look.” Oh, you’re one of Them.
So, we’re at the table in the Pub and…in short, I was killing the mood. Because when people get together in this setting, they tend to say and/or do things that’s not appropriate at work. Better yet, they don’t want to say certain things in front of me. Hence, people were looking at each other in bizarre silence, quietly wondering when I was going to leave so they could finally breathe. Yes, I left early, shortly after finishing my meal.
I wasn’t used to it then ’cause I was like 23…24 years old. Part of me thought I was being punished by God in some cruel way for some sin I had committed. Not the case. Still. It felt like that…in the air somehow. 😦
Back to New Year’s…by 2003, 2004…I gladly went to church at Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale. It was fun. It was cool. It was amazing. The atmosphere was so different from what I was used to growing up. Plus, I was there because I chose to be there, not because…I was a kid with no other options. When I moved to California in 2009, that was the end of my New Year’s party there.
Last year, I was with my sister, nieces, nephews…LOL. My brother-in-law offered me wine. No…but I figured I’d try this sparkling…whatever in a dark bottle. I’m not a baby. I’m grown, I can do what I want. Man…half a glass…it was disgusting. Just awful. I asked myself, ‘is this what it really means to be an adult? You have to drink this stuff?’ My head still hurt the next day. I was like next year, I’m not drinking anything remotely close to what that was. Hence, my Tigger mug and an extra packet of tea saved up for this special occasion. 🙂 If I want something with sparkles, I will buy a Pepsi.
I suppose I’ve rambled enough. The wind is howling a bit now. Temperature seems to be dropping a bit more outside. I will snag my other blanket. No snow yet, but the partly cloudy sky is now overcast and the wind gusts are beginning to make the windows rattle. Yay, my first winter in Las Vegas, adventurous…we’re out to discover! 🙂 It’s just weird living in the desert and it’s forecasted to be in the low 20s tonight. What’s going on here?! 🙂