I wish I could go to church. I need to be around people, and I’ve tried a few times, but it’s always a disappointment. Could never connect. So I’m a bar guy until I can think of something better.
Found a new bar in town. Needing some form of interaction I thought I’d drop in and give it a whirl. Most of the crew seemed pretty cool, so I made a point of going back. Been there a few weeks now.
But I knew there would eventually be some flies in the ointment, and there were. It took a few visits for that to pan out, a few weeks before the Liberal Stinkers made their presence known.
The former flower girl turned old nag...the “Liberal-er than Thou” guy with his nose stuck in the air...and the paunchy, chipmunk cheeked little troll who never opens his mouth unless he’s correcting someone...usually me...these are the three turds currently floating in the punch bowl.
But it’s mostly a hip, cool, loving, hippie-dippy place, so the goon squad of young, rowdy Republican males is a blessed rarity.
I have to say that thanks to the Liberal Stinkers, we’ve reached a point in this country where it feels like you can’t open your mouth without offending someone. That’s not a cop-out, just an honest observation.
If you’re not familiar with bars like this, they tend to be distinctly bifurcated. Liberal bars are for liberals, and conservative bars are for conservatives. There’s a little overlap, but not much.
The cons push us out of their bars because it’s ridiculously easy to show—nay, to prove—how stupid their arguments are…and they don’t like that.
Liberal bars push the cons away because they tend to be ignorant, destructive, and harassing and—whenever possible—they’ll gang up on someone and make their life hell…and liberals don’t like that. Funny thing about this bar is they serve every form of alcohol except for vodka and gin, and the jerk factor is remarkably low as a result. Probably a coincidence.
Anyway…the very odd thing about this place is that despite the imperfection, everyone seems to tolerate each other as best they can, and there’s usually a pretty good glow about it.
I went there hoping to find some kindred spirits, and thus far I’ve come up short. Even though a hippy-dippy dive bar is better than nothing…and sadly, for millions of us that’s all there is…I’m probably never going to find a true friend there.
Not sure I’ll ever really find my people, or my love.
I’ll just have to keep looking, out there in the vicious indifference of the real world, on a planet where I’m beginning to suspect I don’t belong.
That’s where it will hurt the most.
But that’s the only place it counts.
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