My Global Equality class ends at 4:00 every Tuesday and Thrusday, but instead the professor, wise man that he is, ends the class at 3:00 and then devotes the remaining hour to optional discussion. Out of the 30-40 kids, and I use the term kids knowingly, about 8 stay behind with me to discuss the news of the day, the popular debates of the period, and generally whatever we want. The professor usually eats a sandwhich.
It's amazing how these talks pretty much fuel my desire to stay alive. It's well known that I'm about as introverted as they come, preffering a lonely room to a populated... well... anything. I've always attempted to make it clear this is a choice, not a destiny, and that if I enjoyed the company of others I would partake more often. The simple fact is that human interaction rarely excites, stimulates or entertains me. Classroom debate though... debate with the people who stay that extra hour and really care... that's a God damn revelation of divine proportions.
There's two people I care enough about and enjoy talking to enough to actually answer the phone when they call, rather than hit the silence button, or call myself, usually when driving or otherwise feeling lonely. What I am saying now, what I am admitting to the world at possible risk of a lack of follow through, is that there are people, multiple people, whom I would like to call or be called by in this classroom, in this last hour, while the professor eats his sandwhich.
Admitting such a thing places an undue burden on myself to quickly produce results in the form of success at this endeavor, and lord knows if this is something I can provide. After all, I am merely me speaking here, not the hearts and minds of the other parties involved. Still, I promise to try, to maybe suggest a night of dinner and dance, or hanging out around the proverbial campfire with good food and spirits. This pledge shall not wither on the vine, but will be carried out to the best of my ability, which at one point was somewhat accomplished.
I will no doubt keep you, the barren nothingness, informed.
It's amazing how these talks pretty much fuel my desire to stay alive. It's well known that I'm about as introverted as they come, preffering a lonely room to a populated... well... anything. I've always attempted to make it clear this is a choice, not a destiny, and that if I enjoyed the company of others I would partake more often. The simple fact is that human interaction rarely excites, stimulates or entertains me. Classroom debate though... debate with the people who stay that extra hour and really care... that's a God damn revelation of divine proportions.
There's two people I care enough about and enjoy talking to enough to actually answer the phone when they call, rather than hit the silence button, or call myself, usually when driving or otherwise feeling lonely. What I am saying now, what I am admitting to the world at possible risk of a lack of follow through, is that there are people, multiple people, whom I would like to call or be called by in this classroom, in this last hour, while the professor eats his sandwhich.
Admitting such a thing places an undue burden on myself to quickly produce results in the form of success at this endeavor, and lord knows if this is something I can provide. After all, I am merely me speaking here, not the hearts and minds of the other parties involved. Still, I promise to try, to maybe suggest a night of dinner and dance, or hanging out around the proverbial campfire with good food and spirits. This pledge shall not wither on the vine, but will be carried out to the best of my ability, which at one point was somewhat accomplished.
I will no doubt keep you, the barren nothingness, informed.