  I've only been back from vacation for a week and I'm already wanting to scream at the hotel guests for things as minor as requesting toothpaste. Couldn't they fucking remember to bring their own? I hate them. I arrive at work and shut down, just let my body go through the motions. I only wake up when guests get angry. I'm suddenly alive again. It's all up to me; I have some sort of control when they argue. I could ruin their vacation. I could make them not just hate me, but hate the entire city. I like that control for a few seconds, and then it's not fun anymore.
On a different note (still at the hotel), once there were two couples on vacation together. The two men were old friends from around college. One had made himself into something respectable, seemed to be intelligent, and had an attractive, classy wife. The other guy's life seemed like a mess. His credit card wouldn't work (the respectable guy ended up paying), he looked like a slob, complained the whole time, and had a hot but stupid girlfriend. I was forced to spend some time with these people and watched how one man was constantly arguing and defending himself, the other was doing his best to keep the entire vacation from falling apart. Here's my point: back in college, they were probably the same. After college, one grew up, the other didn't.
They started at the same point but grew apart because one was unable to take himself seriously. It was sad to watch but I couldn't help thinking that this could happen with my friends. Who would grow up? Who will end up the outcast? Who will live with their parents after 30? or 40? Will I ever have sex again? Sometimes I think my brain is eating itself. 
