Give Up?

Since my so called (blogging) comeback began, it seems a theme has slowly developed: How I might have a problem. While I contend the jury is still out, alas, I do have another piece of evidence to submit. And while I shouldn’t be prosecuting myself, I can’t seem to just plead the fifth.

Yesterday I went out to eat with a friend. We went to a cool sports bar. There was cool music, cool TVs, and cool people all around. It slowly dawned on me that, you know what, yeah, I’m a cool guy too. A cool guy at a cool place where cool people go to eat cool food. It was all happening.

But then I had to go the bathroom. This place had a bar above the urinal to put your beer while you pee. I know—pretty cool, right? But I didn’t see the bar there. So there was cool music playing and for some reason I bobbed my head to the tunes. Bobbed my head to the cool Postal Service song. Bobbed my head directly into the bar, leaving a big welt on my forehead, which looks even worse tonight than it did yesterday.

It was all so... not cool.

Again. What is wrong with me? Should I give up?