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Okay, so, there's this girl named Danielle in my Drama Writing class. She's very quiet. Maybe cripplingly shy. I don't think I've heard her speak all semester.
Today, just today, I noticed she's also in my Intro to Psych class. I felt bad that I only just noticed this. And that I only noticed it because she happened to be sitting right next to me. What's wrong with me? I mean, she's not invisible.
To assuage my guilt, I tried to be friendly. Which, as you know, is pretty painful for me, but hey. "How's your play coming along?" I asked, referring to our first Drama Writing assignment, a 10-minute play. She gave me this kind of bewildered look and said, "Um... fine?" in what I perceived as a rather rude tone.
Huh. Well, I tried, right? Obviously, there was no further conversation.
I go about my day as usual, and a couple of hours ago I settled down to my homework; critiquing some of those afore-mentioned 10 minute plays. I get through the first one and move on to the second, and surprise, surprise, it's Danielle's!
She wasn't snippy because she's rude or because she's shy. I was just tactless and condescending enough to ask "How's your play coming along?" The play you already wrote, and personally handed to me? The play I completely forgot about because I'm only marginally aware of your existence? The play we wouldn't even be discussing right now if I didn't decide to brighten your day with my glorious presence by making small talk with the quiet chick like some white knight wannabe douchebag?
Anyway, I've been dealing with this free-floating feeling of guilt and shame ever since, and I don't know what to do with it.
Other than bitch on my Livejournal, obviously.
Moral of the story is: I am stupid. And probably inconsiderate, too.
Today, just today, I noticed she's also in my Intro to Psych class. I felt bad that I only just noticed this. And that I only noticed it because she happened to be sitting right next to me. What's wrong with me? I mean, she's not invisible.
To assuage my guilt, I tried to be friendly. Which, as you know, is pretty painful for me, but hey. "How's your play coming along?" I asked, referring to our first Drama Writing assignment, a 10-minute play. She gave me this kind of bewildered look and said, "Um... fine?" in what I perceived as a rather rude tone.
Huh. Well, I tried, right? Obviously, there was no further conversation.
I go about my day as usual, and a couple of hours ago I settled down to my homework; critiquing some of those afore-mentioned 10 minute plays. I get through the first one and move on to the second, and surprise, surprise, it's Danielle's!
She wasn't snippy because she's rude or because she's shy. I was just tactless and condescending enough to ask "How's your play coming along?" The play you already wrote, and personally handed to me? The play I completely forgot about because I'm only marginally aware of your existence? The play we wouldn't even be discussing right now if I didn't decide to brighten your day with my glorious presence by making small talk with the quiet chick like some white knight wannabe douchebag?
Anyway, I've been dealing with this free-floating feeling of guilt and shame ever since, and I don't know what to do with it.
Other than bitch on my Livejournal, obviously.
Moral of the story is: I am stupid. And probably inconsiderate, too.