The Canadian Dream

Yesterday was a big day. Everyone went down to Queen's Quay, they have this really nice outdoor rink set up, and everyone went down in the afternoon to go skating. Afterwards there was dinner at this restaurant I've been dying to go to, I had heard so many good things about it and the food is great. After that everyone headed out to the BierMarket, which is this great bar downtown. All in all it seamed like a great evening. The problem was I didn't get to go because it seams like everyone forgot to invite me.

You know I hate always sounding so down, always complaining about what didn't happen, about why I am missing out. But I have to vent this out otherwise it will just stew and fester inside of me.

I honestly don't know why I put up with this. These people are supposed to be my friends, and yet I always seam to get left out. The only times I get included is when I initiate things. This is not how I pictured things. I dream of better, yet the reality is a mess.

Fortunately yesterday did at least have a pseudo happy ending. When I found out that everyone went out for the day, I decided to go to this pond down by the house. It has some nice thick ice and we play hockey on it once and a while. I took my skates and was just skating around, when some people came. At first it was just a bunch of kids wanting to practice, but then some other people came by and we organized a little game of shinny (pond hockey for those of you who don't know). It was the most fun I had in a long time. Strange how you can find more happiness with complete strangers in a game of hockey than you can at times with people who are supposed to be your friends.