Capetonification

Friday comes round and doesn't bring much with it, except the promise of another week.
The one I've just said goodbye has been a strange one. not a whole lot of work going on at the company, every night was filled with some sort of outing that included drinking, and a hangover of mild proportions was nursed on the following morning.
Had my usual fights and shit with the ol' lady.
Got into trouble.
Done pushups.
Dressed up like a vampire rocker (Fuck I am a loser) for this friday.
drank tea with salt in it.
twice.
fun times.

in other news, it Seems I am into alienating friends these days.
It's starting to get me a lot of unneeded attention.
The objects of my lack of affection seem to have taken serious offense.
But I have to ask: what the fuck is the world coming to?
When have dudes become so 'emotional' about shit.
So I ignore their calls.
I avoid them like the plague
I hide in plain sight when I see them in public, pretending not to notice them, hoping they'll walk by and leave me alone.
So far it's worked.
It's not that I don't like them anymore.
It's not that I don't want to associate with them anymore.
hell, it's not even that I don't have the time.
I'm just not in the mood.

People always seem to be vying for my attention.
"Hey, let's do this!"
"what you doing tonight?"
"are you coming to my birthday?"
"Wanna get some drinks?"
"let's hang out!"
yada yada yada
It pisses the woman off though, cause she feels she's playing second fiddle all the time.
She's always telling me: "You used to say: 'all I need is you.'"
or
"I thought you didn't care what you did, as long as it was with me."
wow.
ok. right. I did say that.
And I'll be honest, my motives might have been a bit murky.
if murky means: "I wanna get laid."

so now what?
where do I stand?
what do I do?

I've already pissed off half of the few friends I have, by avoiding them, and my lady wants me to shun the rest because she's not getting enough face time.
I let out a long sigh as I type this line.
Shit's crazy.
I resign myself to a life of constant contradiction.
Happiness used to be the soft mound of my lady's firmament.
But shit's changed.
The world's moved on.
The star's have re-aligned.
But she still expects me to be the same dude she met 6 years ago.
I think that's because she's still the same chick.
And she doesn't get that.