I'm posting my tale of shame in public to remind myself not to relent
So, for the past year, I was the one to initiate whatever (very rare) contact took place between me and this guy I used to go with, because he was always too busy on Second Life. And any time I called, he sounded as if he couldn't wait to get off the phone and back to Second Life.
It's pathetic to confess that one was effectually dumped in favor of a project to create a complete virtual model of the high school from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, but there it is.
The last time I talked to him, he ever-so-kindly told me "You're a terrible driver, your house is a mess, you're always late, you talk too much and you use too many words to say what you want to say, and you've never finished any project since I've met you."
Granted, he was (supposedly) explaining how I fit the clinical profile for adult ADHD. I don't give a fuck: he brought out that little list so glibly, I'm pretty sure he'd been wanting to tell me the many ways I suck for some time, and rehearsing for when the opportunity arose. And he patently enjoyed reciting it--way too much for me to believe he was just trying to be helpful.
A month and a half later, he's suddenly remembered my existence. He has heaps of things to tell me about! (What, other than Second Life and the anime he's currently watching?)
I'm trying to remember why I should want to talk to you, Genevicius, and I'm coming up absolutely dry.
It's pathetic to confess that one was effectually dumped in favor of a project to create a complete virtual model of the high school from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, but there it is.
The last time I talked to him, he ever-so-kindly told me "You're a terrible driver, your house is a mess, you're always late, you talk too much and you use too many words to say what you want to say, and you've never finished any project since I've met you."
Granted, he was (supposedly) explaining how I fit the clinical profile for adult ADHD. I don't give a fuck: he brought out that little list so glibly, I'm pretty sure he'd been wanting to tell me the many ways I suck for some time, and rehearsing for when the opportunity arose. And he patently enjoyed reciting it--way too much for me to believe he was just trying to be helpful.
A month and a half later, he's suddenly remembered my existence. He has heaps of things to tell me about! (What, other than Second Life and the anime he's currently watching?)
I'm trying to remember why I should want to talk to you, Genevicius, and I'm coming up absolutely dry.