Scumbag

They say life is a learning journey. I think I can finally succumb to that notion. I learnt something last night that I should never have had to learn but I did.

They say clubs are a dangerous place. Even as I reach the anniversary of my 20th year of life on earth, my mother never fails to paint an extremely rough place whenevr I mention I'm going to a club. Gangsta rap, drugs, booze and guns seem part of her oftentime melodramatic description. I never really let it get to me though because over the past 3 years that I've been an occassional clubber, nothing's really happened.

But last night made me learn that though drugs are one thing you should be apprehensive about in clubs and when you're ponted at with a gun, though not really a big problem in our little island, you should just calmly say a prayer and try to walk away, the biggest problem in clubs is the very people who frequent them in the first place, guys in particular.

Last night, I found out how much of a scumbag some guys can be. Well to be fair, there just one particular scumbag who has a history of being a scumbag in the first place. And I should have seen through the entire act to know that a leopard simply cannot change its spots. I would and could never grope or force a girl to kiss me if she didn't want to (though sometimes I wish I had it in me to do so) and nothing's going to change that. Unfortunately the converse is true as well.

Last night, I let someone that I cared about get past my eyes, which led to the most frustrating and not to mention infuriating 25 minutes of my teenage life. As I countdown the days to the big day when i'll kiss my teenage years goodbye, I can only hope and do whatever is in my power to make sure no one walks away the way I did 3 years ago. I can only hope that scumbags stay where they should and preferably out of my sight. My tolerance for sneaky wolves like that has worn thin despite only 2 main chance encounters over a few years.

To everyone else last night, its not nice the way things turned out but I'm not the one who owes anyone an apology. But since most of you were looking enjoyably high, talking shit and strutting around in heels which are usually seen beneath a girl's feet, I guess the night didn't come to that bad an end after all. As for that scumbag, my rage clearly wasn't just about what happened last night and its time for me to let go. And today's the time I will. But the night showed me that despite how much people may change, their core remains the same. Good luck to finding out.