The nightlife in Louisiana is a wonderland of excitement.
I do this alone.
I am not unlike a crab in a bucket.
One interesting thing that I like to do here in Louisiana is to go crabbing.
I don't like to go by myself, though, because afterwards I need someone to season and boil the crabs for me. My cooking skills are very limited. I know how to boil water and melt butter.
Much like people.
Sadly, I find the people closest to me are the ones who pull me down. Usually, it is the confluence of miscommunication and many unremarkable vexations that torpidly spiral out of control that brings them to this point. I feel like we should be working with each other instead of against each other. No one wins that way. The sum of all of the frustrations of being pulled down begins to eclipse my capacity for patience and lucid thought. Over time, I have developed this hard exterior shell that keeps people from getting close to me. I get tired of being pulled down into a bottomless pit of tribulation.