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Went and saw Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants with Melissa last night.
Was surprisingly pleased with the movie, pleasantly surprised with how curiously awkward I felt to be going with Melissa.
Don't usually worry about what people think of me.
Lie.
Worry about it, but don't try to figure out exactly what they're thinking.
Melissa might be a mom with four kids I baby-sit sometimes, but she's also my friend, and that's more important than the getting paid to watch her kids part.
It was just weird to be out with her without her kids in tow. In that case the kids kind of just explain the situation if anyone cares to consider it.
But when it was just the two of us, I wondered what assumptions people would make. She's too young to be my mom, but we don't look at all related anyway, and we have different accents and stuff. Would something think it were weird we're friends? Sometimes I think it is, in the sense that I'm not used to being perceived as an adult all the time.
It's maybe not even that. Maybe it's just "weird" to find another person who shares one of my abilities (or what I like to think is one of my abilities): the knack for speaking with and relating to people of all ages.
For many years I've felt more comfortable around people not quite my own age, whether they are younger or older, it didn't really matter. Madz and her friend Em always balk when I tell them I'm twenty-one, and they always say I don't act like it. I guess not because well, I'm not there to ignore her, I'm there to interact with her, and we usually do that through games and girl talk. Everyday I baby-sit her I become an eleven-year-old again, and it makes the eight-odd hours we spend together much more fun.
As for those older than I am, it's not that I act old, I guess. It's more that I don't pay attention to the age difference because I don't think it matters.
That is, it doesn't matter until the 30-something-year-old guy at the gym asks for my number. Then it gets weird, and I basically freak the hell out. But other than that, it's cool.
Melissa gets along with all types of people of all ages, and she's as sincere as I am about it, but she gets just as irritated about stuff as the next person, and she can be snarky, too, sometimes. But not all that time.
Hm.
It's very difficult to explain a friendship. It's not that it even matters (the explaining part). I felt weird yesterday because it occurred to me that maybe I should feel weird. It was silly, I admit, but it didn't ruin the evening.
On second thought, maybe it just seemed weird because it was the first time hanging out with her at the movies. I didn't know whether it was cool to be chatty, or whether she wanted to focus on and soak up every part of the movie. Basically, it's the question that goes through my head: should I keep being fun and entertaining, or should I just let the movie do it all?
...
I shouldn't muse at random like this when I'm about to fall asleep. It just leads no where, and all the points I'm trying and failing to make are scattered and incoherent.
Piyo piyo!
Was surprisingly pleased with the movie, pleasantly surprised with how curiously awkward I felt to be going with Melissa.
Don't usually worry about what people think of me.
Lie.
Worry about it, but don't try to figure out exactly what they're thinking.
Melissa might be a mom with four kids I baby-sit sometimes, but she's also my friend, and that's more important than the getting paid to watch her kids part.
It was just weird to be out with her without her kids in tow. In that case the kids kind of just explain the situation if anyone cares to consider it.
But when it was just the two of us, I wondered what assumptions people would make. She's too young to be my mom, but we don't look at all related anyway, and we have different accents and stuff. Would something think it were weird we're friends? Sometimes I think it is, in the sense that I'm not used to being perceived as an adult all the time.
It's maybe not even that. Maybe it's just "weird" to find another person who shares one of my abilities (or what I like to think is one of my abilities): the knack for speaking with and relating to people of all ages.
For many years I've felt more comfortable around people not quite my own age, whether they are younger or older, it didn't really matter. Madz and her friend Em always balk when I tell them I'm twenty-one, and they always say I don't act like it. I guess not because well, I'm not there to ignore her, I'm there to interact with her, and we usually do that through games and girl talk. Everyday I baby-sit her I become an eleven-year-old again, and it makes the eight-odd hours we spend together much more fun.
As for those older than I am, it's not that I act old, I guess. It's more that I don't pay attention to the age difference because I don't think it matters.
That is, it doesn't matter until the 30-something-year-old guy at the gym asks for my number. Then it gets weird, and I basically freak the hell out. But other than that, it's cool.
Melissa gets along with all types of people of all ages, and she's as sincere as I am about it, but she gets just as irritated about stuff as the next person, and she can be snarky, too, sometimes. But not all that time.
Hm.
It's very difficult to explain a friendship. It's not that it even matters (the explaining part). I felt weird yesterday because it occurred to me that maybe I should feel weird. It was silly, I admit, but it didn't ruin the evening.
On second thought, maybe it just seemed weird because it was the first time hanging out with her at the movies. I didn't know whether it was cool to be chatty, or whether she wanted to focus on and soak up every part of the movie. Basically, it's the question that goes through my head: should I keep being fun and entertaining, or should I just let the movie do it all?
...
I shouldn't muse at random like this when I'm about to fall asleep. It just leads no where, and all the points I'm trying and failing to make are scattered and incoherent.
Piyo piyo!