lobby carpet

I'm not in the mood to do anything. I have been feeling this way since 1991 when I was forced to watch a movie that was to become one of the highest grossing chick flick movies of all time. I was literally sickened when the movie began and continued to be until I had to exercise my right to get the fuck up out of the chair and go to the lobby so I could catch my breath. Good thing it was 23 below that night; god forbid I should be where the air was dirty. I stood in the lobby feeling my racing heart beat right out of my chest and bounce around on the worn, red lobby carpet. There was a lady standing and watching me as if I was from out of town or something. Little did she know of the hell I was in and yes, I was from out of town. I could have just puked all over her and felt good about it.
Heart still racing and girlfriend pissed in the seat next to her sister, I headed across the street for a drink. It was the least I could do. I started knocking back kamikaze's and beers. I must have had 3 a piece before I walked back to the lobby all red and plush on the edges and worn everywhere else. I received the, " nothing happened treatment " which was the equivalent of, "no sex for you bitch!" Hey, at 21 that is a big deal and a card she played well. One evening I puled that, "I'm not in the mood to do anything " crap and it was ineffective. She got pissed and went out, screwed another guy while drinking on her own money, then came back and lied about it. So, when I now say to myself that I am not in the mood to do anything, I simply don't do anything. I will never sit through a movie I do not want to see and I will never tell a woman that I am not in the mood to do anything. These may seem like small things, but they are not. They are big things and are the design of our inner well being. We associate one thing with another automatically. I want nice associations filled with chewy chunks rather than filtered funks.