Some More Organized Stream of Consciousness

I've been told to avoid cliches in writing, but screw it. Life is a roller coaster. I've been coming to believe this completely. Some days are bad, others are awful, and a handful are incredible. Sure, whenever people say their life sucks and everything else sucks they're just exaggerating. In almost all cases, their life just "sucks" at the moment. I personally believe it is human nature for people to have a pessimistic view on EVERYTHING, especially on things pertaining to themselves. Then again, this pessimism could be a result of social environmental influence. Did I just invent my own phrase? Sick. A little awkward on the wording, but sick nonetheless. Anyway, lately my life has "sucked" and I've been complaining a lot. These past few weekends have been complete failures in my eyes, as opposed to weekends in the past. Sure, I still do things I love doing. Every Saturday morning, I join my dad and his friends in a two hour game of basketball followed by lunch at Burger King. Every Sunday morning, I join the same group of people at breakfast at Ben & Irv's. This has become so routine to me, that sometimes I find myself missing the incredible memories I'm making. How many kids have the relationship I have with not just my father, but with his friends as well? As they say, I'm "one of the gang". They treat me as one of them, and teach me valuable life lessons in the process. Anyway, lately these two events have been the only thing I've done on my weekends. It bothers me so much to sit in and not do anything, thus leading to me complaining and forgetting about the great time I have with the "gang". This is when the roller coaster comes into play. This weekend was probably one of the top ten weekends of my life, and coincidentally followed a string of the worst weekends in my eyes. Why was it so great? I started it off Friday at a Sweet Sixteen, one of the best I've gone to. It's a great feeling to be out dancing and not having a care in the world with all of your friends. Then, Saturday, I played basketball with my dad just as I always do. Two of my friends from Morrell were supposed to come over later that night after a basketball game. The game went longer than expected, to a point where I didn't think it would be worth their time coming over. My friend insisted it was okay, so after the game he came over. My other friend couldn't come up for some reason. So now it's about nine-thirty, and it's honestly a boring night. We decided to play Xbox and just talk since we hadn't seen each other in so long, until I got a phone call from a friend from Lower Moreland inviting me over. Me and my friend went and hung out with a handful of people at a bonfire until late into the night, and for whatever reason it was just the best night ever. Everyone was in such a great mood, and I was honestly happy I got to introduce my friend from Morrell to some of my friends in LM. Even though I missed breakfast Sunday morning because I slept in, it was still the best weekend I'd had in the longest time.