If I could go to the bar more than once a week, I totally would. And not cuz I have a drinking problem, cuz I don’t; it took me over two hours tonight just to finish one drink. It’s because it’s my escape. My fun zone. During the week, it’s slow enough where I get to spend time talking with all the bartenders, but also on my own. I actually meet people. I get to socialize. And since the bartenders all know me, they watch over me and make sure no one messes with me. It’s my safe zone, yet a fun zone. I hung out with a few guys just shooting the shit. No expectations, just enjoying each other’s sarcastic company. I got to have fun with my mom. Joke around with the bartenders. Learn more about sports. And of course, I got to see him. It’s my home away from home. My safety net. My go-to spot whenever I wanna kick back, unwind, and have a good time.
Is it so bad I enjoy it so much?