8.3

Funnily enough, the same night that I was having a difficult time listening was the same night that I chose to have selective attention. This party that I went to this last weekend was a party my friend Jessica’s sister, Victoria, was having. I went because several of my friends were going to see Jessica. Most of the party was made up of Victoria’s friends, who are quite a bit younger than most of us. I was at the bar (yes, they have a bar in their house. If I could own a house, it would be theirs) making myself a drink when one of Victoria’s friends came up (let’s call him Joe) and started talking to me. He was obviously drunk, more so than he should have been. I was making my drink and he was telling me some inane story about something that he thought made him cool. I honestly wasn’t paying attention to him, except for when his friend (we’ll call him Moe) came up and was obviously making fun of him. Joe would tell one bit of his story, and Moe would call him out on it, obviously not believing him. At this point I started to pay attention to what Joe was saying, but only for the fact I wanted to hear what Moe had to say about it. Selective hearing at it’s best.