the zones
I went to that French Concours ceremony today. It was really boring, but they handed out little golden cups, medals, and certificates. Kids kept on tripping on their way up to the stage. Or down from it. You'd think they would learn to be careful from watching... >.<
Then, my sister and I drove over to Little Tokyo (we actually drove there instead of taking the goldline!) Since it was our first time getting there by car, we sort-of got lost. So we ended up parking in the middle of a lane on the side of a street where there was a cop car and asking the police man for directions. So that was helpful. (Turned out we were about only about three blocks away. Dur.)
While stopping for lunch, there was a table of people next to us of two guys and a girl. The guys were talking about the three apparant "zones" that available girls had for guys, which are "neutral zone," "potential zone," and "friend zone." The girl was saying that you couldn't get out of friend zone into potential zone--it was just impossible. One of the guys says to the girl, "Whadd'you mean guys can't get move from friend zone to potential zone? What? Yes you can!" My sister and I couldn't help but start laughing (actually, she pretty much spit out a mouthful of miso soup), the group noticed, and the two guys were like, "Yeah, see, they know it! They do!"
As we left, the guys said, "So you think that guys CAN move from friend zone into potential zone, right?" And Sharon and I said that yes, you can. But it takes a lot of effort, and it can be tricky. The guys looked at the girl as if to say, "I told you so," and said that they now had some hope. It was really refreshing, having such a randomly friendly group of people sitting next to us at this totally random restaurant. Like, thanks, world. Even if tonight or tomorrow really sucks, that was pretty fun. And even if I'm being really cheezy right now, it doesn't really matter, because, well, it doesn't. I can always be serious and pessimistic and mature tomorrow, or the day after that. Or the day after that.
And argh, my feet may hurt and my hands ache (DRUM GAME FOR THE WIN), but I feel much more energized than I would have if I stayed home all day. Why was that not common sense to me? I mean, really. I guess I just snubbed my nose at that section of the gene pool. Give me a book and I'll be ok, but drop me in real life and I look like a blind frog with one leg.
This has no point to it:
...but it's pretty hypnotic.