Sometimes I Forget People Don't Know Me So Well
All the guys were gathered in the lobby tonight, watching basketball, baking pies, frying eggs, beating each other with socks, etc. I took some homework out to work on (some that requires very little focus, of course) and then began to boil some water for tea.
There's been this running joke with the guys for the past week (or possibly since the dawn of the semester or something) about the RA or somebody being a "gay dude". It's just randomly thrown into playful arguments to incite exaggerated anger. Or something. I've just heard it a few times recently and read the jokes on the RA's extra-metro board outside his room. I'm not officially in on the joke, but know of it.
So we're all busy and energized and raucous, and noticing a cat walking around outside, the RA jumps up in glee. "The cat's back!" he cried. And we all look at him, like "Calm the f*** down, sir." And he instantly assumes an indignant attitude and defends, "What? It's not like I'm going to f*** the cat!"
To which I retorted, "Yeah, because you're a gay dude."
Everyone heard, and it took about three seconds for the joke to set in. Not that they didn't get it. They just didn't expect it from me. But they quickly recovered and burst into laughter and taunts and such.
I was a bit startled that they hadn't picked up on this side of my humor yet. I haven't been hiding it; it flashes out during my better moods, and I'm more than happy to share my humor with guys since they generally do not take offense to the cruder jokes.
My RA's reaction was priceless, as always, for actor he be. He just stood at the door, staring at me incredulously, laughing not so much at the verbalized teasing, but at the overall joke, for it was humorous because I said it when no one thought I would make a pussy joke. (And since I'm not a huge fan of the word and thus never actually say it, it was indeed a rare opportunity for me to play off the word without explicitly saying it.)
It was a fun night, and I really needed it. As I was brushing my teeth Sunday night, I realized that I hadn't said more than ten words to anyone all that day, and only then did it finally occur to me that that was the reason I was probably so bummed on Sundays all the time. It's not just the end of the weekend, which is depressing enough on its own, but I now understand the effect even a brief day of isolation has on me. I mean, jeez, I didn't even get up until 3:30 P.M., so it's not like I was awake that long to experience a worse sense of loneliness. Yeah, I learned something tonight. And I think all the culinary arts guys did, too. Score one for the "goody-two-shoes" chic!
There's been this running joke with the guys for the past week (or possibly since the dawn of the semester or something) about the RA or somebody being a "gay dude". It's just randomly thrown into playful arguments to incite exaggerated anger. Or something. I've just heard it a few times recently and read the jokes on the RA's extra-metro board outside his room. I'm not officially in on the joke, but know of it.
So we're all busy and energized and raucous, and noticing a cat walking around outside, the RA jumps up in glee. "The cat's back!" he cried. And we all look at him, like "Calm the f*** down, sir." And he instantly assumes an indignant attitude and defends, "What? It's not like I'm going to f*** the cat!"
To which I retorted, "Yeah, because you're a gay dude."
Everyone heard, and it took about three seconds for the joke to set in. Not that they didn't get it. They just didn't expect it from me. But they quickly recovered and burst into laughter and taunts and such.
I was a bit startled that they hadn't picked up on this side of my humor yet. I haven't been hiding it; it flashes out during my better moods, and I'm more than happy to share my humor with guys since they generally do not take offense to the cruder jokes.
My RA's reaction was priceless, as always, for actor he be. He just stood at the door, staring at me incredulously, laughing not so much at the verbalized teasing, but at the overall joke, for it was humorous because I said it when no one thought I would make a pussy joke. (And since I'm not a huge fan of the word and thus never actually say it, it was indeed a rare opportunity for me to play off the word without explicitly saying it.)
It was a fun night, and I really needed it. As I was brushing my teeth Sunday night, I realized that I hadn't said more than ten words to anyone all that day, and only then did it finally occur to me that that was the reason I was probably so bummed on Sundays all the time. It's not just the end of the weekend, which is depressing enough on its own, but I now understand the effect even a brief day of isolation has on me. I mean, jeez, I didn't even get up until 3:30 P.M., so it's not like I was awake that long to experience a worse sense of loneliness. Yeah, I learned something tonight. And I think all the culinary arts guys did, too. Score one for the "goody-two-shoes" chic!