I have this image that I’ll walk into a bar looking all stunning and exotically youthful as I do. I’ll sit down at the bar after doing my sexy hip sway walk that years of dance training naturally gave me. I’ll order an old fashioned and sip it until I loosen up. The other lone wolves will have decided to escape their workaholic world changing-idea life to go mingle with the misfits like me and we’ll spend the night getting into spontaneous trouble together.
Instead
“You’re here alone?”, “Are you waiting for someone?”, repeated a thousand times
“What do you do?”
“Where did you go to school”
“What’s your ethnicity” yelling over the stupidly loud music
“You’re different”, “I like you”, “you pass my test which is immensely simple to pass but surprisingly so few people pass it”
The older you get the more you start to drop your facade with the revenue it was able to accumulate.
Then I realize the world isn’t a movie, it’s a goofy children’s game. The more you drink in combination with education the better you do.
Anthropological Magical Realism 