I'm off to spend an insufferable few hours with a guy I work with, his friend's girlfriend, and his friend's girlfriend's friend. Why will it be unsufferable? I'll tell you why, since you asked so nicely and prettily: His friend's girlfriend's friend is one Rebecca Roma. Still doesn't ring a bell? Check out my crush list. Yeah.
Maybe that doesn't fully explain why the few hours will be unsufferable. While it will be unbearably pleasant to be in the same room as Rebecca, I almost undoubtedly will say something stupid, mean, or not at all to her. That seems to be the going record so far; every time I see her I get tongue-tied and can never talk to her in an intelligent way. Or at all.
I don't know why, either. Perhaps it is a genetic predisposition; Darwin's way of telling me I'm not completely fit to pass on my genetics (at least, with her). Perhaps it's the outcome on my outlook -- I seem sure that nothing can come out of our interaction, save a pitying look from her as she tells me there's no chance in hell -- so why bother? A self-fulfilling prophecy of my inevitable unhappiness.
Or perhaps it's just simply that I feel strongly for this girl, in what seems more than crush, and I don't want to risk saying something that will rule out any future possibility of contact, so I opt not to say anything at all. The coward's way, maybe, but no one ever said I wasn't a coward. I'm not in most situations, but in situations of the heart, fear seems to be the better part of valor for me.
Either way, off I go. Wish me luck.
Maybe that doesn't fully explain why the few hours will be unsufferable. While it will be unbearably pleasant to be in the same room as Rebecca, I almost undoubtedly will say something stupid, mean, or not at all to her. That seems to be the going record so far; every time I see her I get tongue-tied and can never talk to her in an intelligent way. Or at all.
I don't know why, either. Perhaps it is a genetic predisposition; Darwin's way of telling me I'm not completely fit to pass on my genetics (at least, with her). Perhaps it's the outcome on my outlook -- I seem sure that nothing can come out of our interaction, save a pitying look from her as she tells me there's no chance in hell -- so why bother? A self-fulfilling prophecy of my inevitable unhappiness.
Or perhaps it's just simply that I feel strongly for this girl, in what seems more than crush, and I don't want to risk saying something that will rule out any future possibility of contact, so I opt not to say anything at all. The coward's way, maybe, but no one ever said I wasn't a coward. I'm not in most situations, but in situations of the heart, fear seems to be the better part of valor for me.
Either way, off I go. Wish me luck.
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soeffinhappy:
Look DOOOOOD I wasn't talking about a specific thread!!! Do you wanna fight?!? 
turin:
Man, you got snarked on that happy thanksgiving thread. I don't understand how some people think anticonsumerism and use of the internet are incompatible. Just because you use corporation-produced products doesn't mean that you have to consider material acquisition/consumption your prime motivational force (as so many people do) or that you can't patronise, say, compaq, which is a farily benign corporation, while still protesting halliburton's political influence and what union carbide did to bhopal.