Love, Happiness, and Three Stupid Fucking Monkeys

I feel like there’s so much negativity recently in my diary entries and that’s no good! Not everyday is a sad day so I should be fair and equally record my happy days. I actually went to the beach last week (that’s what Boss Man keeps bringing up). It just got overshadowed by other stuff and I didn’t get a chance to write it down.

I went with Pretty (the girl from the ‘The Pretty Girl’s Friend’ post) and Metal (the guy that went with my on my ‘Expensive Day’ post). I know Pretty from work and I was friends with Metal ever since high school (and he loves listening to heavy metal). I would consider Pretty to be my best friend even though I’ve only known her for a little over a year. She’s good to me and if we ever have a problem, we’re really open with our communication and can talk things out. I would usually hang out with Pretty and Metal separately since they don’t know each other at all.

One day, at the same time, Pretty and Metal text me saying they want to go to the beach. For Pretty, she says the weather has been so hot, while Metal says he hasn’t been to a beach in years and misses it. I thought to knock two birds down in one stone and asked if each of them would be willing to meet each other and go together. They know of each other since after each time I’d hang out with any of them, I’d post photos on my social media of our outings. They both agreed, but I thought we should try and take things slowly. The beach is a 4 hour roundtrip and I wouldn’t want the car to be filled with awkward silence.

To see how well they mesh, we all planned to go out to the movies together. That was maybe 2 months ago, and we went to see “Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse” right when it came out. (Side note: omg that was such a good movie. It was 3 hours long but I loved every second of it. Gwen’s world is so pretty and ‘Prowler’ Miles was such a good twist. I watched it twice.) We all had a great time and planned for the beach the following week, but that’s when Pretty got COVID.

2 months later, we try to plan for the beach again, and this time, it was actually a success! It was so much fun. Since I was our driver, they made sure to pamper me well and paid for my food and drinks. I brought my Polaroid camera along and we took so many photos; swimming, being buried in the sand, and walking at the pier.

The sun was blazing and it cooked the sand. The sand would burn our feet through our sandals, so our only resolve was jumping in the water. The water was perfectly cold and refreshing. Pretty found sea bugs and kept trying to shove them in my face. I hate any type of animal so I would scream and try to doggy paddle away. Metal thought the bugs were cool so he’d actually get closer and tried holding them. Disgusting. We only started playing on the sand once it passed high noon and the sun cooled down a bit. I like digging holes at the beach for some reason and Metal’s dream was to be buried in the sand, so both me and Pretty were on digging duty. Metal and Pretty aren’t good swimmers so they mostly stayed and bonded on the sand while I would intermittently change from playing on the sand to swimming when my arms got tired from digging. At one point, we carved Metal a mermaid tail in the sand and used seashells to replicate a mermaid’s bra.

At the beach, there was an arcade. Inside the arcade, they had those animatronic fortune tellers in a box that gives you your readings on a yellow slip. Obviously, these aren’t true at all, but they’re still fun to play with. I honestly have bad luck with these. 6 years ago, I saw one on a trip with my family and the fortune it spat out basically called me lazy. A couple months later, I see another machine at a completely different location and gave it another go. Motherfucker spat out a ticket that was EXACTLY the same as the other one. What are the chances?

Anyways, I wanted to try my luck again with my friends. Even though these are basically scams, there’s still a process to getting scammed. I can’t just buy 3 tickets and distribute it. They’ll all be contaminated with my energy/aura. Each person has to put in their own 50 cents and personally grab their own ticket. Metal read out his ticket first and it basically told him that his eternal love is right around the corner. (Makes a little sense because he developed a crush on Pretty). Pretty went next and her fortune said that great happiness of a thousand candles and sunshines is awaiting when she least expects it. So far, one gets romance and the other one gets happiness. I get excited and read mine out loud.

“If you subdue yourself and return to the practice of what is right. If one day you achieve self-control and return to what is right the world will acknowledge you as a person at his best. Being the best must come from you yourself. One cannot acquire it from others. Look at nothing which is contrary to what is right, listen to nothing contrary to what is right, speak nothing contrary to what is right, and do nothing contrary to what is right. You will then be a person at his best.”

IT BASICALLY TOLD ME TO BE A BETTER PERSON. The picture that came along with it was the three stupid monkeys. The ones that go ‘don’t see’, ‘don’t hear’, and ‘don’t speak’. Fucking hate those stupid animatronic fortune tellers. What the fuck do they know? Giving Metal romance and happiness to Pretty, and it fucking tells me “You’re kind of a shit person, but don’t worry! You can just change!”

Pretty and Metal have the time of their fucking lives laughing at my fortune. They try to reassure me but I was too annoyed. Honestly, this is a pretty good representation of my luck. Even when playing the board game ‘Game of Life’ with my other friends, even when I go to school and don’t have a family in the game, I’d be last place with the least amount of money. My friends love playing board games with me because they enjoy watching me get the worst possible results. And it’s hit after hit after hit. Anything that’s based on luck would usually have unfavorable outcomes for me. I’ve made peace with it but sometimes it just gets so ridiculous.

Anyways, the rest of the day was still fun. When it started getting dark on the beach, I wanted to light up sparklers so we can wave them around along the coast but the wind was too strong and made the sparklers impossible to light. Pretty and Metal got along well. They were both a bit tipsy since we loaded our cooler with sodas and beers. I didn’t drink any since I was driving, but I was so happy they had a good time. Metal and Pretty are good people, and it makes me happy to watch them having a good time. We made good memories, took lots of photos, and brought home lots of seashells.

TLDR: I went to the beach with Metal and Pretty, and had a great time.