Friends or the lack thereof, failing parties, and Cajun food.
Well, then. Some relatively unfortunate things have happened. Well, don't worry, they're not actually unfortunate. In fact, they're downright silly when I try to explain them. It's regarding my birthday. Or my birthday party, rather. It's taking place on Saturday, so pretty much anything that I think is happening now will happen, right? Well, I hope so. I think as many as three of the eight people I asked are actually coming. One of the people who's not coming is the person I formerly referred to as my "best friend" (which I don't describe her as any more, largely because it's become difficult to actually communicate with her - by which I mean even getting ahold of her - and I barely ever see her, not that I ever frequently saw her in the past). I'd only called her that for so long out of habit. For a while, she was, for various reasons, my best friend. It's almost disturbing to imagine our relationship changing. Except it's not. It's disturbing to imagine me somehow actively breaking it off in person (largely because I rarely see her in person). But it's completely normal for me to imagine us just not talking to each other for a while. Am I a terrible person for this? I just might be. I've become more of a terrible person lately, I'd say.
I'd planned to do such nice things with her. She was going to come on Friday and I was going to make tea and crumpets for her and we'd watch Doctor Who together. She's never seen Doctor Who before. I wanted her to get the insane references that practically make up my life and I wanted a fandom we could both be part of again. And now, for various reasons, I have no reason to assume she's coming. Is it strange that I should wonder if I'll ever see her again? (Actually, since the last time I saw her was last September, it makes sense to think I won't see her again.) There used to three of us - her, me, and another friend. We were close. The friend ended up leaving (or at least from my perspective) due to stupid, sad circumstances. And then there were two. Read the above paragraph and this. And then there was one? Except I'm not experience angst-like feelings over this. I'm really not. And that's not sarcasm or anything. I'm strangely unemotional.
Would you believe that I'm slightly jealous of my icon right now? It's of Sherlock saying, "John, I don't have friends. I have one." As in, he's addressing the one person he calls his friend. I'm mentally reliving a conversation I had with some woman - I can't even recall who - and I told her that I and other people think I'm like Sherlock Holmes, and she said, "Who's your Watson?" I thought about it a while and said, "I'm looking for one." Or something like that. My life has boiled down to a series of Doctor Who and Sherlock references. Which actually isn't all that bad.
My birthday party was going to take place in an outdoors mall near where I live. It has a movie theater and a Barnes and Noble and a ferris wheel and lots of restaurants. We were going to go around Barnes and Noble and list off as many "British" things as we could (because the theme was British invasion - oh, isn't that cute?) and then we were going to ride the ferris wheel and then have lunch. Maybe we'd even see a movie. Now I have perhaps three people coming. Probably not that. I remember the time I tried to have a party of some kind. I invited five people, four of which said they were definitely coming. One came. One of those who didn't come at least apologized. The other two did not. I do not have another chance like this. I won't be able to invite them to my next party, because I will have not seen them for a year, and it's incredibly strange to invite people you haven't seen for a year to a party.
Well, let me concentrate on the things that made today good. I saw my psychologist, who affirmed that I could be a sociologist in Canada if wanted to. (It made sense in context.) And in my Origins of Disney class (isn't my creative writing department awesome?) we learned about The Princess and the Frog, which included eating Cajun food in class. The teacher brought jambalaya and a student made beignets in class. It was awesome. Our assignment was to write a story in the style of some Cajun folk stories we read in class. Mine was about a raccoon and a rabbit who make a clever plan to steal food from a cooking party. It's cute.
Yes, I shall think of the nice things.
I'd planned to do such nice things with her. She was going to come on Friday and I was going to make tea and crumpets for her and we'd watch Doctor Who together. She's never seen Doctor Who before. I wanted her to get the insane references that practically make up my life and I wanted a fandom we could both be part of again. And now, for various reasons, I have no reason to assume she's coming. Is it strange that I should wonder if I'll ever see her again? (Actually, since the last time I saw her was last September, it makes sense to think I won't see her again.) There used to three of us - her, me, and another friend. We were close. The friend ended up leaving (or at least from my perspective) due to stupid, sad circumstances. And then there were two. Read the above paragraph and this. And then there was one? Except I'm not experience angst-like feelings over this. I'm really not. And that's not sarcasm or anything. I'm strangely unemotional.
Would you believe that I'm slightly jealous of my icon right now? It's of Sherlock saying, "John, I don't have friends. I have one." As in, he's addressing the one person he calls his friend. I'm mentally reliving a conversation I had with some woman - I can't even recall who - and I told her that I and other people think I'm like Sherlock Holmes, and she said, "Who's your Watson?" I thought about it a while and said, "I'm looking for one." Or something like that. My life has boiled down to a series of Doctor Who and Sherlock references. Which actually isn't all that bad.
My birthday party was going to take place in an outdoors mall near where I live. It has a movie theater and a Barnes and Noble and a ferris wheel and lots of restaurants. We were going to go around Barnes and Noble and list off as many "British" things as we could (because the theme was British invasion - oh, isn't that cute?) and then we were going to ride the ferris wheel and then have lunch. Maybe we'd even see a movie. Now I have perhaps three people coming. Probably not that. I remember the time I tried to have a party of some kind. I invited five people, four of which said they were definitely coming. One came. One of those who didn't come at least apologized. The other two did not. I do not have another chance like this. I won't be able to invite them to my next party, because I will have not seen them for a year, and it's incredibly strange to invite people you haven't seen for a year to a party.
Well, let me concentrate on the things that made today good. I saw my psychologist, who affirmed that I could be a sociologist in Canada if wanted to. (It made sense in context.) And in my Origins of Disney class (isn't my creative writing department awesome?) we learned about The Princess and the Frog, which included eating Cajun food in class. The teacher brought jambalaya and a student made beignets in class. It was awesome. Our assignment was to write a story in the style of some Cajun folk stories we read in class. Mine was about a raccoon and a rabbit who make a clever plan to steal food from a cooking party. It's cute.
Yes, I shall think of the nice things.