As a nation we paid our respects to those who have served and those serving in the defence force and all that they and their families have sacrificed.
Then it was off to the pub for a drink, a game of two-up, and a catch up with mates... at least that works in theory. My problem; I live in hell.
Boys I had gone to school with and to be honest, I didn't really like them back then, were trying to hit on my friends and I. Creepy. People I had pissed off years ago were still giving me the cold shoulder. Get over yourselves. And my exs were out. I managed to dodge most, except for the Grunt in Green who came into the pokies I was in, and he started to talk to one of my friends because he knew him from the bottle shop. He seemed to know him VERY well. To re-cap; Grunt in Green was the nickname I had for a guy that I was "seeing" for three months at the start of 2015 (February 13th to April 25th). Anyway, I couldn't stop myself from going over and trying to talk to him, no I couldn't even though it was the most stupid thing to do.
The fucker ignored me.
Either he didn't recognise me or he is an absolute asshole.
Insulted I made a remark about how tiny he was rather loudly (not that I would know, we never had sex during those three months, which is why I hesitate to call it a relationship) and went back to my friend on the other side of the room and tried to get her to leave with me. She wouldn't (feeling betrayed) but one of my mates made a decision.
Over Hugh (name altered to protect his identity) went and introduced himself and proceeded to be the biggest dick to this guy. It worked. As I was thinking 'Oh shit, he's going to start a fight and be hurt because of me, why the hell is he doing this anyway, argh', the Grunt in Green walked off in a huff.
I know it's probably disrespectful to call a serving defence personnel a wuss on ANZAC day, but I had to put up with his mood swings and empty promises for three months and then that rudeness. I think I have the right to call him a wuss.
THANK YOU HUGH! My hero!
Later, I was ignored or mumbled at for a moment and then ignored again by another guy (this one was a friend who I thought there could be more if we followed through with those hasty kisses we had once in the front seat of his car but nothing happened) and that kind of stung. Kind of. I guess I no longer really have emotions for him, maybe it had all been hormones, I just wish that he wasn't the last guy that I had kissed (October?! My last kiss was in October 2015? This is bullshit!). I really need a kiss from another guy, preferably attractive, intelligent, and emotionally available.
That was my ANZAC day. Hope you guys had an amazing long weekend and stayed safe, or as safe as you can on a long weekend.