Hey, friend. You work at a local bar. You’re in your early 30s pretending to be 20. You claim not to be “part of that world”, yet you drink at said bar after most shifts and hook up with random losers and regulars all the time. You bullshit to your friends about your ways and pretend like everything’s great. You’re not “like that”.
Here’s a reality check; You are “like that”. You’ve become exactly what you didn’t want to become. Congratulations. Everyone knows you’re like that – it’s Halifax, the most incestuous bar scene out there. People talk. I’ve heard them talking about you but didn’t have the balls to tell you (because they were right).
But some of us have known you for a while. We know you’re not happy, and we know you’re stuck in that bottomless low self-esteem pit. You’re a great girl but you’re losing touch. You’re trying to change but you don’t have the guts to really do it. There are great people all around you. If you just opened your eyes for once and stopped pretending. There’s a whole world outside your empty bottles.
Hoping you find yourself again beautiful girl —Friends don’t give up
This article appears in Aug 22-28, 2013.
Almost sounds like people from “Bar Rescue” where employees drink while on the job…and they don’t think they have a problem..not to mention cuts into bottom line for business.
what a crummy thing to post about someone you claim to like.
friends don’t shame in public postings.
Considering that this probably describes hundreds of waitresses in Halifax, it sounds more like a calling out than a public shaming.
I tend to agree with the OP here. If people want to behave like that, fine. Just don’t bullshit about it.
Lol, shit sneaks up and gets real.
There’s a show called “Bar Rescue”?
There should be a show called Bar Star Rescue…
Could probably film hundreds of episodes in Halifax.
yeah cranky, the only show i saw involved cockroaches and fights. not between the roaches
Word to the OP,
It’s not an easy road. I spent a whole year trying to help a friend caught in that bar world. She nearly killed herself on many occasions and went through so much shit that I was exhausted just hearing about it. She was a wonderful woman but once she started making her life about “the scene”, her insecurities took over and it was one big downhill clusterfuck. The whole time she pretended to be happy, and projected an image of a confident and assertive woman. She was “just having fun”. But like you OP, I knew her well and had seen the intimate breakdowns to which only a close friend is privy. Your bitch describes her very well.
Bartenders/barristas are constantly surrounded by that type of behavior, and it gets to some of them (more than others) to the point where they think it’s normal to hook up with any and every dude that gives them attention – as long as they’re drunk enough. It’s the instant gratification/high/confidence boost they’re looking for. It’s much easier than dealing with reality, which usually involves work induced depression and anxieties, low self esteem and a growing list of issues as they get older. Add a fucked up sleep schedule and lots of alcohol, and it’s a disaster. Work becomes a way of life and slowly takes over. They surround themselves with others (their “friends”) who behave the same to alleviate their guilt. I’ve seen great people waste away in this city.
She eventually got out of it, and we talk about it sometimes. She now sees how insecure she became in that toxic environment and how it completely took over her thought process and personality. She can’t even imagine doing any of these things now that she’s got her life on track. In the end it made her stronger, but I definitely have more gray hair from my experience trying to help her.
For what it’s worth I don’t regret it. She hated me throughout most of her ordeal, but now we’re close friends.
Maybe YOU should tell HER, not us…
Sounds like somebody is stuck in the Friend Zone and bitter that the subject of their Bitch is fucking losers that don’t include them.
I go to bars because I’m an alcoholic, and love to just have random conversations with random people, bringing up facts like how pre mature grey hairs have nothing to do with stress and are genetics, and then have them laugh and make the same pre mature ejaculation joke that EVERY person makes when I bring it up. I just smile and nod. I’m such an asshole:)