Last Man Standing

People always used to say this like it was a good thing, but in my case I don't think so. I was the last man standing in Loudoun. I never left for a really long extended period of time. The longest being a year. Summer's and breaks from school were great, as Matt had eluded to in earlier posts, because everybody was back, at least the people I cared to spend time with. But for 8-9 months a year they weren't so I had to try some new things, I mean I wasn't going to just go home and get on the computer every day after work. I pushed out of my comfort zone and began hanging out with people I usually wouldn't unless it was at a party.

I don't really remember which came first because in all honesty I was doing a little too much drinking and was suffering from some severe insomnia so sleeping pills were a steady part of my diet. But I do recall two completely separate groups of people I began fraternizing with. One being Cam and his rag tag bunch of pot smokers. I remember going over to somebody's house and having six drinks or so while watching my new found companions blowing lines and taking huge bong rips. Of course I was drinking to make myself feel more comfortable in the situation, always wishing I was somewhere else, and always making myself wish I didn't live here anymore. Of course at the time I didn't have the means to get out.

The other was Dooley and Sam. Just those two pretty much and whatever female high school student would be frequenting Dooley's house on that particular night. It was rough times, however not nearly as rough as the other one. I actually enjoyed hanging out with them, so much that we all went to a Van Halen concert in North Carolina. Which was awesome by the way. However, I think their overall lack of drive didn't really suit my life goals so I wasn't fulfilled there either. So I began spending more time away from home, mostly going out to Fairfax/DC with Ryan.

Of course then everybody graduated and made their way back here. We were all in the same spot, all of us wishing we were doing something else, somewhere else. However, after a couple months things got better because well, we were just having fun. Now at this time I probably had the most meaningful job and was on the cusp of being able to move but didn't quite feel the urge to do so because I was happy. Ironic right?

But once again, things started to change and many of those people began to leave again as they were much more unsatisfied with living in Loudoun, probably as I was before. But if they thought it was bad now then they wouldn't be able to handle what I had dealt with. Luckily they didn't make it that far. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still here, the last man standing.