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Drinks Tonight

Drinks Tonight

What are you doing tonight?

What am I doing tonight? You mean while you’re having your concert in Europe?

Yes… what are you doing?

I promised some Millennial friends that I’d go catch up and hang out…

Where’s the hang out?

At a bar… a normal Aussie millennial hang out type of bar…

Are you going to be drinking a lot?

No. Not at all. I’ll be driving myself there… so I won’t have more than one standard Australian drink. I might not even drink at all, or maybe just order a half glass of rose.

Curious Fans: Why does she write his voice as so interrogative?!?!! The fictional blog version of him seems so jealous and possessive all the time?!?!!?! None of his genre characters give off that vibe!!!

International Friends: That’s who HE REALLY IS!!! (LOLOLOLOLOLOL)

What kind of conversations are you going to be having with these millennial friends?

I don’t know… probably just chat about the weather… stuff like that…

So these aren’t the close millennial friends? They’re not the Trevor Noah podcast type of hangout millennials?

No… they’re more… acquaintance friends… but I got invited and I promised, I said yes I will go. I don’t even feel like going anymore but in the moment that I said yes, I did kind of… ride that wave of optimistic enthusiasm and friendship and I did want to be the type of easygoing person that is FUN and always says YES to drinks and things like that but in reality right now I’d rather just be typing on my laptop all night imagining my conversations with you, but instead — I promised. I said that I’ll go… it’s very rare for me to break those types of promises now. Unless I’m absolutely physically and mentally and maybe even emotionally shattered — my period isn’t even in the heavier days now, I don’t really have any valid excuses. Okay, I’m also slightly curious… I want to go. Even though, a part of me could easily not go. But yes, okay, I will go.

That’s fine. I don’t mind you going at all. I’m happy to learn that you’ll be out with friends while I’m performing at my concert. It makes me feel less guilty sometimes…

Sometimes?

Sometimes I feel less guilty but then I also start feeling jealous…

Yes… well… there’s nothing to be jealous about.

Any guy friends in this group?

Yeah? I guess so? I’m not close with them. I’m already not “close” with the girls — these are acquaintance millennials. Let alone the guys — it’s just polite, amiable conversations. Millennial acquaintance chit chats.

Okay… maybe you’ll just end up talking about Severance?

Yes! Probably. I feel like that’s quite likely as the “pop culture” moment this weekend for millennials — yes. Very plausible. Even if they haven’t watched it, now I have a topic of conversation that I can bring to the hangout. “Oh, did you watch Severance? Oh, I just re-watched the whole first season and the new episode of season 2” etc, etc, etc…

(Chuckles) You really prepare these sorts of “scripts” in your head before a hangout?

For acquaintances, yes. For close friends — no, I don’t have to do that. For acquaintances… yes… (nodding)… I feel like I need to prepare a few stories to share.

And then? What if they interrogate you for some Truths?

It doesn’t usually happen. I’m usually deflecting by asking them about themselves — so they get to talk about them.

Oh? How do you do that?

I guess it’s just asking the same question back. Like, answering their question a little bit — a little bit of surface Truths — and then asking THEIR question back. Really listening, active listening, nodding and smiling and asking, then, even more questions about whatever they’ve started talking about. So then they get their time to vent. And I get to nod and smile and listen and feel like I’m actually socialising — I’m doing it right.

You sound autistic, babe… maybe you are autistic?!

I’m NOT. The psychologist said I’m NOT autistic…! (Giggles)

(Smiles) I wouldn’t even care if you were.

Okay? But I’m not…

I know, but I just want you to know that even if you were, I wouldn’t care.

I understand… Thank you for not caring.

I don’t need a diagnosis or a label or anything like that to know that you’re you.

Same…