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you don't really believe he's sipping on tea, do you?

What method do you use to prepare your coffee or tea? 
Submitted by AgentBouche.

black. coffee that is. tea is for the british or the crazy.

All you crazy Starbucks kids really need to have one of those. Sometimes i wonder if there's actually any coffee left in those no-fat-decaf-no-cream-no-nothing-pure-water-thingies.

There's nothing better than black, bitter stimulating black black coffee.

Guess who has had a double-date deluxe last saturday? Yes, ma'am Janine and Svenja. Apparently they went over to Janines with each of their boyfriends and watched a movie, haven't gotten many details.
Awww, Isn't that sweet?

&Yes, i'm just jealous.I really am.I wish i had a boyfriend who'd be the ultimate key to a triple-date! Imagine the fun!

In the three years i've known Janine i've been over to her house exactly two times, once for her birthday party with a hideous amount of people she had talked to once in her life, second time for a bbq with some other kids.
Nows, of course i want Svenja to do whatever she pleases to do and i couldn't care less about them ( as in „those two“ ) meeting up but this really makes me wanna yell "Geeesus, lady you're replacing people in your life more often than you change your pants." at Janine, really.

This whole experience with and around Janine shakens how i see friendships quite a lot. It's a time where i'm changing anyway and some of her actions make me doubt actually some of my principles.

I mean the question forcing itself onto me is clearly „Are people like this?“ More defined „Are girls like this?“.

Is this how my generation sees friendships? Replacable excuses to say "Yes, i did do something on saturday night other than watching telly alone in my room. I'm not a loser. You see? You see?I did do something!!", because that is indeed exactly how those lazy attempts of social interaction people are making these days feel to me.

There are exceptions of course, like there always are and hopefully always will be. But the majority? All pure bullshittin' cocksuckers with low self-esteem trying to get a saturday-night date going on without having to really put an effort in it.

"Pizza and movies? At my house?Sure!!...Oh, you wanna go outside first? Uhm,

like can't we skip that part?"

To say it clearly, those people rather rent Saturday night fever for the seventienth time instead of going out and doing it. It's a lazy attempt to cover up how uneventful and steady their lifes are. Imagine all the people renting a flic about partying going out actually partying. There'd be boogie all over, kiddos. Boggie all the way downtown.

Don't get me wrong, I am  a hermit. I'm the biggest loner you will ever meet, it's a friggin' miracle i'm actually having friends surrounding me and it certainly isn't suprising the least bit that my best friend lives an ocean away in the deep woods of Wales, England. ( Phone calls in the middle of the night in need of a ride home? Nope. Sudden appearance in front of my door, 4 in the morning, cried out eyes saying she's staying for a „couple“ of nights? Nope again. Advantages. Pure advantages i tell ya. )

Yet, if my dear friend Franzi messages me on a friday evening and i can tell she wants to go out desperately - Really go out, not some half-arsed gathering to drink some cocktails and/or the latest J.Lo flic ( i can tell from experience – no.not mine!- that's the most disgusting combo ever.ever.never try.never! ) - if i can tell that she needs a real night out. With a friend, a silly drinking and cozying up on the toilet the early next morning kind of thing.

If that happens i get up and out doing what she needs me to do.

Is that too much? Too much of an effort for something like friendship? This odd thing nobody seems to really know about these days anymore?
It would be quite a pissing miss-out for everybody if so, really.

I remember being about five years old, the age you go out on play dates your mum has set up for you desperately seeking to get rid of you because good lord you're quite a shithead for being five. Which five year old paints whole bathtubs in hot pink Cover girl nailpolish? Who in the world?!

But anyway, you go on this playdate your mum had to lie you in ( „She's a real good girl these days, we had a hard time, i'm sure you've heard about when she tried to kill this little boy, Mike was his name, i think?“ ) and after half an hour you start screaming your lungs and heart out because you simply cannot fucking stand this obnoxious girl in front of you with her blonde curly her and all you wanna do is drown her bubbly „personality“ in the bath tub you just decorated with the dog poop you found downstairs ( Fun stuff. ) .

So your mum picks you up and starts banging her head against the steering wheel of her 1989 Ford thinking about that one time the doctor asked . „Are you sure you want this child, miss?“.

Y'know she could have gotten a Benz for all the diapers instead.

Thing is, you got picked up again if you didn't wanna stay and screamed hard enough and/or resisted her 20something ( I know I know..what a flashback! The 80ies! When parents weren't either 14, neither were they going for their three digits-age when getting a child! What a time, what a time! ) in front of you trying to calm you down with all kinds of precious candy.That's just what moms do, wether they have a 4o'clock appointment at the local Spa with the hot message therapist called Antonio or not. They hop into their cars with just a towel wrapped around their body and pickels in their face in worry of you.

I think basically that's what ruined all those bummers these days. They know they can get out of things if they just bail hard enough. If they „forget“ to charge their phone and if their boyfriends are just have that tiny bit of anti-social attitude they can get out of situations they don't like every damn single time.

Apparently, after a bit of research i have found out that my mum sometimes would pretend to be stuck in traffic and finish her spa session being about 2 hours late to pick me up. The babysitting moms by then were usualy calling the cops as i was killing either the cat or their kids. Fun stuff, once more.

All those bummers now, who have been picked up the second they started yelling ( before the freaked out phone call by the other mom. ) , seem to have turned out as anti-social bailing-pros who can't stand or do anything that seems as too much of an effort.

Solution?

I say shoot them! Shoot them all and burn their phones because they won't use them anyway!

See, i truly believe that if you sometimes just do things without thinking about them, drowning that little voice saying „You don't really wanna do this.You need sleep. And a bath. Or a shower atleast.There's laundry and dishes to clean and homework to do!“ , if you just drown that little bastard in the leftover bits of your CoverGirl pink nailpolish you might just end up doing something extraordinary.

Something like one of your closest mates in your favourite club on a friday night moshing with you to Blurs Song #2 even though she's one of those chicks doing the booty-shake on the daily base. Something that brings you closer to the people you love. Because you do something out of the extaordinary for them.

I'm aware a Hip-Hop-listening 19 year old moshing to Punk songs isn't John Travolta in SNF, i'm aware, yesyes. It's way more real though and way more precious aswell.

It's a very delicate feeling but it's making people spend their last money to come to London with you because you simply asked them to. Just for instance of course.

Maybe that's worth it. Maybe it's not. I just wonder if double dates and John Travolta movies making the little voice in your head shut up for a little but not too long is going to work for your whole life. The entire decades, that is. Every single day. Or if not one day you're going to ask yourself if you couldn't have spent the $2.75 on Cruel Intentions seven, eight and ten for a train ticket or a pint in the pub with your mate.