Take 'em out, boss
I turn twenty-one tomorrow, a fact my workplace apparently snagged from my application and posted up in their monthly newsletter along with everyone else unfortunate enough for a birthday this month. Okay. Whatever. Don't really care so much. I'm just sick of people I work with and people I don't even know approaching me and asking me if I'm going to go out drinking.
I tell them "I only drink the blood of my enemies," but naturally, no one knows what that's from. My brother drinks enough for both of us anyways, usually passing out on the couch to impossibly loud R&B after peeing on the coffee table and all his beer cans. Somehow, I've still never felt the urge to start drinking.
My brother and I see the world completely differently, though. He'll never be able to wrap his mind around the idea that I'm not looking to party, I don't want to hook up with chicks and get laid, that I don't want beer or pot. These things make up the foundation of all the decisions he makes, and it's simply not the same foundation that I stand on.
My sister, who I saw when I went to see my grandmother for Mother's day, stands on the other end of the spectrum. She can't understand a life that isn't structured by ambition, by shooting for top marks in school to get the best colleges and land a high-paying job. She couldn't comprehend yesterday when I said I'd wanted less hours at work. "But if you had more hours, you could buy more helmets and costumes," she says, though she's also told me she thinks my costuming hobby is so childish, and likened me to an eight-year old.
Simply put, my time is a lot more valuable to me than money. I only work as much as necessary to pay the bills and occasionally buy food - I don't want to work more, and I don't need any more money. I'm not sure why no one seems to understand me, as I don't strike myself as particularly complex. On the other hand, a lot of the time it's really difficult for me to understand a lot of their decisions.
I want to work on my website all the time. No, it isn't making me any money, there's no con or scam involved. Maybe I found another use for the internet, folks.
I have a relationship that doesn't revolve around sex. She isn't a trophy girlfriend, I think showing her off would be like showing off a baby duckling to a pack of starving coyotes. I'd like to spare her your casual judgements, thanks - they don't have any value to us. It's just so inconceivable that a relationship can be about romance, ideas, loyalty, and love instead of tits, ass, drama, and infidelity.
I still play with toys - but doesn't that make me such a little kid? People can play for hours with their tanks and jeeps in a sandbox so long as it's in a video-game, and dossied up with screams and gory graphics. Is it so different that I can do that without virtual graphic aid, just a bag of army men from the dollar store and a line in the sand?
Is it so terribly abnormal that I strive for things geeky instead of trying to be a playa, trying to score dark side points in KotOR instead of trying to score bitches and beer.
I tell them "I only drink the blood of my enemies," but naturally, no one knows what that's from. My brother drinks enough for both of us anyways, usually passing out on the couch to impossibly loud R&B after peeing on the coffee table and all his beer cans. Somehow, I've still never felt the urge to start drinking.
My brother and I see the world completely differently, though. He'll never be able to wrap his mind around the idea that I'm not looking to party, I don't want to hook up with chicks and get laid, that I don't want beer or pot. These things make up the foundation of all the decisions he makes, and it's simply not the same foundation that I stand on.
My sister, who I saw when I went to see my grandmother for Mother's day, stands on the other end of the spectrum. She can't understand a life that isn't structured by ambition, by shooting for top marks in school to get the best colleges and land a high-paying job. She couldn't comprehend yesterday when I said I'd wanted less hours at work. "But if you had more hours, you could buy more helmets and costumes," she says, though she's also told me she thinks my costuming hobby is so childish, and likened me to an eight-year old.
Simply put, my time is a lot more valuable to me than money. I only work as much as necessary to pay the bills and occasionally buy food - I don't want to work more, and I don't need any more money. I'm not sure why no one seems to understand me, as I don't strike myself as particularly complex. On the other hand, a lot of the time it's really difficult for me to understand a lot of their decisions.
I want to work on my website all the time. No, it isn't making me any money, there's no con or scam involved. Maybe I found another use for the internet, folks.
I have a relationship that doesn't revolve around sex. She isn't a trophy girlfriend, I think showing her off would be like showing off a baby duckling to a pack of starving coyotes. I'd like to spare her your casual judgements, thanks - they don't have any value to us. It's just so inconceivable that a relationship can be about romance, ideas, loyalty, and love instead of tits, ass, drama, and infidelity.
I still play with toys - but doesn't that make me such a little kid? People can play for hours with their tanks and jeeps in a sandbox so long as it's in a video-game, and dossied up with screams and gory graphics. Is it so different that I can do that without virtual graphic aid, just a bag of army men from the dollar store and a line in the sand?
Is it so terribly abnormal that I strive for things geeky instead of trying to be a playa, trying to score dark side points in KotOR instead of trying to score bitches and beer.