I'm not special. I'm not of anything of importance. Just some guy. A face out in the crowd. Faceless, I like to put it. I say I don't follow the crowd, in reality, I just blend with it. Yeah, I guess I do my own thing. It's all in perspective.
I work my 9 to 5. Wake up, drink my coffee, put on my pants a single leg at a time. It does feel impossible to put pants on both legs at a time, but I still try. I leave my home, see the same faces, finish working then leave. Like I said, nothing special.
"Come on, man. You need to get out of your house. You're never gonna meet people cooped up all day." Lauren leaned over our cubicle wall. "Join us tonight. I promise you'll have a blast."
I shrugged her off and got back to my work.
"Yeah, Tim! Join us, It'll be fun!" Mike nearly shook me out of my chair with a combination of enthusiasm and sheer force.
I sighed, "Why? You guys know I don't drink. Why would I be any improvement to your escapades?"
"Improvement? Who said it had to be any better?" Mike hopped on my desk. "Dude, you're pathetic. You need to get out. At this point, we're not suggesting it, where demanding it."
On fridays, my coworkers always coerce me into joining them to the bar. I usually decline. My nights are usually spent wrapped in a deep game of League, or DoTA. "Fine! I'll go." I huffed. How bad could a couple of drunks be anyway?
Mike ruffled my hair, "Great. See you tonight." He left for his cubicle.
"Relax, Timmy. You'll have fun. Have a couple drinks, meet some nice ladies. Hell, I'll even help you. Besides, I heard you were lively in college."
Lively, indeed. In college I just signed up to the wrong frat house. I never planned on joining any Greek Life organizations, but it did mean free housing. I was in Beta-something or other. The name escapes me, nor do I wish to remember it. Bunch of jocks who wanted me to do their work or something.
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