What?
Yes, it's Saturday night, and yes, I am spending it in front of a computer on campus. So are two other students who share the G5 lab in the science hall. There can never be any time alone in here--where was everyone earlier in the term? Now, suddenly all of those anxiously wriggling, pre-med hardbodies are in here, crunching those endocrinology lab reports so they can drive the Fuck me car to the Keys and wear their Bluchers like they mean it.
Fuck.
This scenario made me angry:
Me: "Oh, I didn't know there'd be any other nerds studying in the lab on a Saturday night"
Them: " "
Me [whimpering inwardly]: "I meant that kindly"
Them: " "
Me: [gingerly arranges gloves and shawl, then creeps to terminal and meekly logs on].
Am I the only one experiencing awkward human relations today?
Many of the run-ins I've had with other people today have left me scratching my head, wondering, for instance, was that man in the leather Packers bomber jacket just kidding, or did he really mean it when he told me that he drove Jeffrey Dahmer's evidence van?
On another occasion, my amusing coworker Becky [of flouncing hair] and I were greeting a stout, agreeable sort of fellow wearing a Badgers sweatshirt. He spoke with a pleasingly skeptical terseness that I find rare in mall-going folk, and charming in the non-pretentious sort. Suddenly, a toddler [whom I'm assuming sprang from his loins] shuffled from the back of the store to tell him not to talk to the ladies [us], because Mom is watching him. Becky and I looked at each other, amused, but clearly nonplussed. Although good-natured, I just couldn't see drawing a potential connection with him further than 'Uncle-from-the-U.P'.
Again, I wondered if we had more jokesters afoot, or if society had simply decided to lift its skirt and reveal the varicose veins. If that was what was up, then I wished I'd gotten the message sooner so I could have joined in my own special way.
What a weird people day--people were avoiding eye contact and difficult to communicate with. Is it my hair?
I hope tomorrow shows less of its teeth.
Fuck.
This scenario made me angry:
Me: "Oh, I didn't know there'd be any other nerds studying in the lab on a Saturday night"
Them: " "
Me [whimpering inwardly]: "I meant that kindly"
Them: " "
Me: [gingerly arranges gloves and shawl, then creeps to terminal and meekly logs on].
Am I the only one experiencing awkward human relations today?
Many of the run-ins I've had with other people today have left me scratching my head, wondering, for instance, was that man in the leather Packers bomber jacket just kidding, or did he really mean it when he told me that he drove Jeffrey Dahmer's evidence van?
On another occasion, my amusing coworker Becky [of flouncing hair] and I were greeting a stout, agreeable sort of fellow wearing a Badgers sweatshirt. He spoke with a pleasingly skeptical terseness that I find rare in mall-going folk, and charming in the non-pretentious sort. Suddenly, a toddler [whom I'm assuming sprang from his loins] shuffled from the back of the store to tell him not to talk to the ladies [us], because Mom is watching him. Becky and I looked at each other, amused, but clearly nonplussed. Although good-natured, I just couldn't see drawing a potential connection with him further than 'Uncle-from-the-U.P'.
Again, I wondered if we had more jokesters afoot, or if society had simply decided to lift its skirt and reveal the varicose veins. If that was what was up, then I wished I'd gotten the message sooner so I could have joined in my own special way.
What a weird people day--people were avoiding eye contact and difficult to communicate with. Is it my hair?
I hope tomorrow shows less of its teeth.