Social Prostitute

I recently decided not to go to school anymore.

My decision stems for a number of reasons. However, my father-real father by the way, not that douchebag of a step-called the other night and asked what was going on. When I told him that I may stop going to school, he told me he’d PAY me to go. I began to think about it, and really, I’d do ANYTHING if I got paid.

I don’t go to church, but if I got PAID to go, I’d sure as hell be there. Work, school, church my cousin twice removed liver donation’s going away party, I’d do ANY of it as long as I got paid. You know what that makes me? A social prostitute. I will do anything social with anyone as long as I get money for my services. Don’t have anyone else to hang out with on a saturday night? Call me, pay for my movie ticket and a bucket of popcorn, I’ll bring my own drink and there ya go!

I actually find a LOT of people are in this group. You know that one friend who you’d never hang out with unless all your other friends are available and even then they make you do stuff you don’t want to do but you do it anyway because otherwise you’d be all alone? Yeah, THOSE people are in the social prostitute business.

Damn, I could make a living off this sort of thing. Being paid to hang out with people. The economy is going and more women are turning to strip clubs, so why not find my place in the world? Hey, getting paid to do nothing is better than getting a job and being paid to…oh wait, I guess it’d actually be the same.

Nevermind.

m@rk