Last night was my first clubbing experience sober. It’s funny how dramatically my lens changed. I realized last night that this scene wasn’t mine. Drunken Vickie is not the same as Vickie.
The people, the atmosphere…wasn’t something I enjoyed.
I finally got all the wild nights out of my system and I’m going to hide away for the summer. Not be alone. Not stay on my couch.
I’m just looking for something more…meaningful I guess. I want to interact with people in more genuine ways. Not just drunken escapades. I want to explore and venture.
Those that matter don’t need to know where I check in or how I look. They will be there doing it with me. Or at least they will know how to contact me to do so.