OK Well, actually, I do have friends. And each year I manage to partake in numerous wonderful nighttime parties. This year is a bit different. My ‘stock’ friends who haven’t yet moved away are not nighttime people, so I might be in for a bonfire-less, night-less party season.
Anyway, I’ve thought a few times about having my own little mud pit party with a nice bonfire and a gigantic pit of oozy mud, or maybe several smaller pits scattered around a large property… Who knows. But I sometimes think that might be a really fun idea for mud fans like myself. Not having the loud smelly exhaust fumes and obnoxious redneck bullshit of typical mud races would be really nice. If I could find a nice, large, relatively private chunk of land with a lake nearby to wash off in, dig a hole (or several) and fill it with fine ‘clean’ material (clean means it’s been sifted to remove stones and twigs and whatnot), set up a nice bonfire pit and fill the place with fun people… Serve meat, and jello shots. Maybe some sorta WAM-themed snacks? lol
I see these kinds of things scattered all over the planet and become awfully jealous of them. But I’m not the person to change this. I have no real ‘WAM’ friends. Most of the WAMmers I talk to just aren’t my type of people. Not to mention when I first found a WAM community back in the 90’s I didn’t exactly make a positive impression, and this has stuck to me ever since. I’ve held this secret of WAMness since I was a teenager, never told my family or friends, hid it from girlfriends and even from people close to me who I trust with everything else. I doubt I’ll ever really ‘come out’ and I’ll probably spend the rest of my life dealing with that.
I even have other fetishes I hide from the WAMmers. Sometimes I change my mind and reveal these things, and they always result in WAMmers telling me how awful of a person I am for contaminating their precious ‘pure’ WAM atmosphere, followed by me going back into hiding. I’ve learned that if you mix WAM with anything else, you get the anything else, but no WAM. I can’t count the immense amount of my own personal hours I spent trying to make a community that appealed to both sides, which ended in complete and utter failure when I decided it wasn’t worth fighting for.
Despite this, I think I’d make a great party planner. I’m always the dude at the party hanging out in the back area sipping my drink and looking for ways to ensure everyone else has a great time. I’m constantly thinking of other people and rarely immerse myself in the party atmosphere. It comes from being someone introverted, I suppose. Something that I can’t change, and don’t really want to anyway. But to make a great party, you need friends, and what I’ve got are the wrong type of friends completely. Don’t get me wrong, I care a lot for the friends I do have and would not want to do anything to jeopardize these friendships at any cost. I may be weird, but I’m not a complete asshole!
And so ends this edition of feeling sorry for myself. Carry on!
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