Pubs, spit and boredom.

Pub quizzes. Who needs them? They make me feel so stupid, I never know anything! Every Wednesday at home (Not London), my friends go to the pub quiz. I think it is entirely the dullest thing that I could think of to do. Sometimes though, I go just to see them.

I understand that pubs are obvious places where people go to socialise, to escape the confines of the home etc. But what happens when the pub itself becomes the same entrapping four walls that your house represents?

Pubs scare me because they remind me the horrible prospect of going to work, coming home, going to the pub then bed. Isn’t this how people talk about becoming trapped by routine? It seems to be as boring as a 9-5 job.

Of course, it does depend on the company, how everyone is feeling and so on. But I find that pub quizzes really limit the conversation. A lot of the time, there are so many people screaming conversations at each other that you don’t really get to speak to the people closest to you, you find yourself listening to other peoples conversations.

I was so excited about seeing my friends tonight, and then I got there and was utterly bored after answering random questions supposedly related to Christmas. I suppose however that you only really get out of something what you put into it. And only boring people get bored, (so they say) but I really can’t fathom going somewhere night after night, nor perhaps once a week.

I would much rather go out for a meal, where you can hear people speaking. Or go and see a film, if you don’t want to go and see a film. I just don’t appreciate smoke filling my lungs and drunken people spitting on my face when they speak to me.

Although I have never really understood the concept of pubs myself, I do see why people do enjoy them. They are an easy concept. They are familiar and comforting, like a second home almost. I do get that, but I don’t desire it.