Jan 18, 2008 10:59
so i'm sitting here. working on my paper. this guy comes up and sits at my table with me. totally geek looking. he's sitting here for the plug for his comp. says nothing to me. then after about five mins tells me the interment is down. its not. then he says he likes sic-fi. shock. so i enter into the conversation about writing books. after all. i never meet boys. so here's a chance to meet one. talk. he tells me that he's wirten this morbid character that kills people by taking all their organs away and stuff. ok. interesting. TO A POINT. I menatchen revers from Firefly, hoping to spin off a conversation about firefly. he goes back to this death causing charater. I say something about my own writing style. he continues to tell me about this morbid death causing anit hero cia guy who's torcher scenes are so detailed it grosses out his friend who read it. i try to talk about 300. he goes back to the death character.
what the freaking crap???!!! I had to just shut him down and out! I don't want to talk about your creepy death causing guy and how he kills pple. I tired to ask him about this characters motivation. "he saw his parents torchered as a child" ...how...eh...unfinished and not thought through.
why doesn't he get that i'm trying to change the topic? why can't he go with that. b/c he wasn't listening to what i was saying. only pausing in order to gather his thoughts about what hes going to say next about his character.
so i go back to my computer and my essay. he finally gets the hint. a tad late. he starts to tell me about his game. never heard of it. some text heavy roman empire concoring game. I say I like Halo, closest thing to a war game that i've played except that one other game that I can't remember what its called. he doesn't like halo.... >.> XP he's gotten all shy and quiet at this point, so now he's talking about...halo? and I can't hear him and i'm no longer interested b/c he failed to move along the conversation.
how unfair is that of me? poor geeky guy. no idea how to relate. I could help him out a bit more...but I'm afraid of getting stuck in a conversation about some detailed death scene from some book i've never read that he loves...or something like that. He also failed to ask one single question.
His name is Michel, he was in the navy and transfered here to Fox. i'm making this a public blog on the very slim tinny hope that he will see it, read it and realize that if he wants a girls attention, he's gonna have to have a two sided conversation. maybe this is all a bit too harsh, but its all true.
*shakes fist at American solo gaming that creates social awkward guys*
boys,
eh meh and holly cow,
school,
failure,
writing,
games