I must admit - being a zombie had its benefits. One of them NOT being that I even terrified all the drunk pseudo-grown ups at our own party.

It was fun. But by midnight i was clawing my own face off. Literally. The latex skin was unceremoniously ripped off my face and the half liter of blood we used on my face was scrubbed off. Painfully.

It was so much fun. One of those nights that just goes perfectly. Perfect costumes, absolutely perfect crowd, perfect decorations. So fun.

The day after however.

I literally did not move from bed. I think i got up to eat at like... 6 in the evening. But other then that - there was no moving.

Zero.

Zilch.

Absolute stillness.

I find that there is such an emphasis put on having the best time ever with the coolest people ever and getting tons of pics to prove it. Its so strange but its hard not to feel that way. Everyone just wants to have a good time. Its so hard not to feel let down when things don't go exactly as planned.

Lately I've been making the effort to avoid expectations of other people. Its only fair - if I want to be free of other peoples expectations for me, I have to give that same courtesy to other people. In the same way, I give my time and energy, emotions, only to the people that are going to return my investment.

At this point, I've come to the acceptance that as an adult, I don't have to please everyone or do favors for every person that asks. I dont have to be friends with every person I meet. As an adult, I have the pleasure of choosing friends on the basis of mutual interests and emotional connection.

I take a lot of joy in that.