floaters are people who go where the excitement of the moment is. they are at all the latest parties. and for a while, you think they are the shit. i mean, they get to party all the time. then you see through the fakeness of it all. all the floaters can do is get fucked up to avoid real life situations/conversations. when the party is over, the drunks stumble aimlessly into the night where they hope to find their next adventure. the floaters dont know adventure. all they know is alcohol helps them to fit in without them actually having to be themselves. im sure at some point in my life i appeared to be a floater. a lifer. someone hanging on the skirttails of someone else to get fucked up and forget who i am. i am not that anymore. i am not a floater. floaters move on when the party is over, im still here, waiting. as ive been for quite some time. and when the ball drops the floaters go. and some tug on my shirt to go to. but im still here, waiting. when i become restless, i will move on. you will consider me a fairweather friend. but what you didnt know is when the party was over, i waited. and waited. the only thing i think of is that maybe you were the fairweather friend all along. when there was no one else, i was just convenient to hang out with. now you have you're floater boyfriend. float on then, old friend.