I missed my nightly hours on SG last night as some may have noticed. (I will be replying to all your notifications as soon as I type this) Now I have so much to catch up on, I at least want to log in and respond to people every day, but no, I had to be nice last night GRRRRRRR. The strange thing is really that I am a bitch....no really, I usually am. There's a guy, a friend of a friend actually, and he is a little slow, and definitely hard to talk to ...either because he is talking so low that you can't hear or because his sentence changes topics in the middle of it and you no longer have a clue what the topic of conversation is about. He is very into music, good at mixing beats, but because of his mental circumstances he was homeless for several months recently and just got back into an apartment. When he comes over to the house he usually has someone with him, and sits quietly while we talk to the other person, while we all chill and smoke out. Nice guy just very odd. So last night I am sitting here and he txt me responding to a txt I sent literally4 days before that, saying that he and his friend could come on over.. well when he responded it was about 9 pm I had just gotten home, about to jump on the computer. His response said he'd get back with me and he was sorry to txt so late, well of course, I thought he was meaning so late at night and I told him that it was never too late to txt because my sleeping hours are 6 am-3ish in the afternoon and that he could could hit us up as late as he wanted to come over. I misspelled several words in the txt so my phone replaced them with words that made the sentence make no sense, of course the words I misspelled were the last part of that sentence...the part about not ever being to late to come over....he retyped exactly what my phone sent him in that last part and asked me what it meant. So I retyped the part about never being to late to come over....that's all I needed to retype right? No, this dude shows up at the door...I think he's just coming to pick up his pipe he left, but when I open the door he comes in with book bag, sits on the couch and gets out his laptop and music mixing stuff and says, "Thank you for inviting me over." Needless to say, I was very confused lol. I looked back through my messages and I guess when I retyped the part about not being too late to come over he took that as an invitation????? Like I said he is a little slow so I guess this was correct in his mind. He seems like the type of person who would be very hurt if I told him he wasn't in fact invited, and feel as if he were not liked. Rather than have on my conscience that I sent a fragile person into a depression I played along as if I had indeed invited him. He explained that he was excited to come over because he has no internet yet at his house and really needs to set up his computer so he can start his music shit. I'm thinking...ok this guy will be here for maybe an hour or 2 then I can get on SG and do my shit....NO it was 3 am and we had to pretend we were going to bed to get him to go home! Wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for his lack of communication skills so most of the time we sat in awkward silence staring at the TV, occasionally I would think he was going to talk to me then realized he was actually talking to himself:/ I did try to talk to him, but he would say a few words that I couldn't understand then look back down at his laptop and keep talking....I know he wasn't talking to me at that point because he never waited for any response or looked back up. I wanted so bad to tell him to leave, but damn my fucking soft spot! I have always volunteered with children, elderly, and mentally/physically handicapped...they hold a spot in my heart, always have. This was my night
