Musings...
Today I stayed over for an hour and a half, and spent most of it in a futile attempt to get a kid to go inside and back to his residential dorm.
The problem was, he wasn't talking, just shooting basketball.
If you know me, then you know what a whore for laughs and attention I can be. I'm at my best performing for a small group, a large crowd, one person, doesn't matter.
So to have this kid ignore me completely was infuriating beyond words. Once he went off the court he started running around the hallways, but taking the time to look back and make sure I was following.
I really, really, really, REALLY hate such passive-aggressive displays.
The problem was, he wasn't talking, just shooting basketball.
If you know me, then you know what a whore for laughs and attention I can be. I'm at my best performing for a small group, a large crowd, one person, doesn't matter.
So to have this kid ignore me completely was infuriating beyond words. Once he went off the court he started running around the hallways, but taking the time to look back and make sure I was following.
I really, really, really, REALLY hate such passive-aggressive displays.