I'm sorry to hear about your friend, too. Not that I'm one to give out great advice or anything, but maybe it all comes down to whether or not you're willing to let the things that get to you slide or not. And, also, whether or not he's willing to do anything about what you said and not let the ego get in the way. (What IS it with male egos, anyway? It's incredible just how massive they can get! It doesn't even matter if there's a reason for it or not - they just expand and you have to try and deal with it. The only man that I know who isn't like that is my father...) In any case, good luck, and I wish you all the best in this. Losing friends is a horrible feeling, especially when it sort of jumps out at you...
To make you smile, here is a little story of me and a dream:
I'm not exactly sure how I ended up there, but I was flying in a car over Ireland with somebody that I can't place now, and it was gorgeous. It wasn't so much Ireland, in fact, as a magical non-modern place where everything was beautiful and exactly like I would have wished it to be (it WAS a dream, after all, right?) In any case, it turned out later that I was being flown (it was a lift) to your house, to visit you. This came as sort of a surprise, and sort of not, in that dream kind of way, because apparently, I was expected. You lived in a lovely little town, in a house, and when I met you, it was kind of strange, because you were very distant and not really responding to much. Then, I suddenly remembered that I'd seen pictures of you, and in them, you didn't have curly black hair. And just as I realized this, I somehow knew that this wasn't you, but somebody in your household (it was like...the sort of person that sits you at a restaurant), and you were still at work. Then you came back, and actually DID recognize me, and we hugged and had a lot of fun. Except, you weren't 5'5, but about six feet tall. But that's ok, I didn't mind the height difference that much...
Did that get a smile from you?
And I really really hope you'll write something for the fest. I'm one to talk - I haven't worked on 'The Caoin' since forever, but I've been bogged down with work... er... that's my excuse and I'm sticking with it!
As I said to Minx, I'd be happier if he'd just gone on being oblivious in his usual way. I don't know why he suddenly noticed that I was being very quiet. J thinks he's utterly self-obsessed, and of course he's right. My dad isn't like that either, nor is J and a couple of other men who are my friends; but most men do seem to have it to a greater or lesser degree. That combination of self-obsession and over-inflated ego is quite something, and it's a mystery where they get it from. It can't just be the testosterone, otherwise they'd all have it. Hmm.
Your dream sounds wonderful! It made me laugh out loud, and cheered me up no end. I wouldn't mind being taller, but 6 feet is a bit much. And it sounds like your subconscious is teasing you about your height!
I was hoping you'd write for the fest, too. Your story's too special to submit to such a passing thing, but I'm hoping inspiration will strike you for one of the other challenges.
I'm not sure what makes men the way they are, but I've noticed this phenomenon occurs a lot in academia. Nothing makes men (or women, for that matter) want to prove themselves more than a good intellectual wank to see whose is bigger. Whose 'what', however, remains to be determined. Brain? Ego? Cock? All of it combined in an unorthodox position? It's academia! They'll try anything once. *g* In any case, I do hope this thing resolves itself well, or at least moderately so. Though watching out for guilt-trips is a good idea. I know I always fall for those...
I'm so glad you liked my dream. My subconscious ALWAYS makes cracks about my height, I've gotten used to that. (Actually, it did with my dad, too - before I went away to college, he had a dream that I was so tiny, I had to be kept in a glass. But that had to do more with his baby going away than his baby being 5 feet tall...) But I did like that it put you in a beautiful place in Ireland. That was nice. Speaking of which, I hear Boston is LOVELY this time of July... *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* Anyway.
I actually looked at the challenges and succumbed. I've picked out a challenge, now I just have to sign up for it on the 7th. Bad Liz... But thank you for saying that about my story. It's been bothering me a lot lately, and I've been wondering whether or not to finish it at all. Ah, we'll see when I've got more time.
MWAAAAAAAAAH! (Did I beat you? Or is it just me and Ni that play this game? :p)
I think that's a very good reason for not getting involved in academia (sorry, Minx; but I'm sure you know what Liz is talking about).
What an amazing dream! It sounds like a fairy tale. Your subconscious is pretty lively. And I should know by the end of the month whether Boston is a goer or not, so I promise I'll let you know as soon as I do.
And everyone's chosen a challenge but me! Wah. I'll have to get on with it.
You're right, of course, though if I am to go into comparative literature, I will become completely immersed in it. I'm so conflicted! Of course, I'm not actually convinced I should go into a useless subject that will do very few people good, but that's another rant for another time.
And yay! Ok, I will wait. I'll even try to be patient about it. I just have waaaaaay too many plans for y'all to not have this happen. Not that I'm impatient. But anyway. (I was afraid that the plans had completely fallen through, so this is very happy.)
There are so many challenges I KNOW you'd make fantastic. Want me to pick you one? Bwahahahahahahaha!
Love you! MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Ha!
You've got lots of time to decide what you want to do. It'll all still be there for you next year, or the year after.
I looked at the challenges today again. There are lots and lots of good ones, but at each of them my brain went, 'Nope.' 'Nope.' 'Nope.' I'm trying to stay calm about it... I'm sure I can pick one eventually. I'm just not back into the groove yet... (notice how I'm avoiding committing to getting you to pick the challenge for me...)
Love you too! MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
To make you smile, here is a little story of me and a dream:
I'm not exactly sure how I ended up there, but I was flying in a car over Ireland with somebody that I can't place now, and it was gorgeous. It wasn't so much Ireland, in fact, as a magical non-modern place where everything was beautiful and exactly like I would have wished it to be (it WAS a dream, after all, right?) In any case, it turned out later that I was being flown (it was a lift) to your house, to visit you. This came as sort of a surprise, and sort of not, in that dream kind of way, because apparently, I was expected. You lived in a lovely little town, in a house, and when I met you, it was kind of strange, because you were very distant and not really responding to much. Then, I suddenly remembered that I'd seen pictures of you, and in them, you didn't have curly black hair. And just as I realized this, I somehow knew that this wasn't you, but somebody in your household (it was like...the sort of person that sits you at a restaurant), and you were still at work. Then you came back, and actually DID recognize me, and we hugged and had a lot of fun. Except, you weren't 5'5, but about six feet tall. But that's ok, I didn't mind the height difference that much...
Did that get a smile from you?
And I really really hope you'll write something for the fest. I'm one to talk - I haven't worked on 'The Caoin' since forever, but I've been bogged down with work... er... that's my excuse and I'm sticking with it!
Love you!
*MWAH!*
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Your dream sounds wonderful! It made me laugh out loud, and cheered me up no end. I wouldn't mind being taller, but 6 feet is a bit much. And it sounds like your subconscious is teasing you about your height!
I was hoping you'd write for the fest, too. Your story's too special to submit to such a passing thing, but I'm hoping inspiration will strike you for one of the other challenges.
Love you too! MWAHHHH!!
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I'm so glad you liked my dream. My subconscious ALWAYS makes cracks about my height, I've gotten used to that. (Actually, it did with my dad, too - before I went away to college, he had a dream that I was so tiny, I had to be kept in a glass. But that had to do more with his baby going away than his baby being 5 feet tall...) But I did like that it put you in a beautiful place in Ireland. That was nice. Speaking of which, I hear Boston is LOVELY this time of July... *nudge, nudge, wink, wink* Anyway.
I actually looked at the challenges and succumbed. I've picked out a challenge, now I just have to sign up for it on the 7th. Bad Liz... But thank you for saying that about my story. It's been bothering me a lot lately, and I've been wondering whether or not to finish it at all. Ah, we'll see when I've got more time.
MWAAAAAAAAAH! (Did I beat you? Or is it just me and Ni that play this game? :p)
Love you!
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What an amazing dream! It sounds like a fairy tale. Your subconscious is pretty lively. And I should know by the end of the month whether Boston is a goer or not, so I promise I'll let you know as soon as I do.
And everyone's chosen a challenge but me! Wah. I'll have to get on with it.
MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! (I win!)
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And yay! Ok, I will wait. I'll even try to be patient about it. I just have waaaaaay too many plans for y'all to not have this happen. Not that I'm impatient. But anyway. (I was afraid that the plans had completely fallen through, so this is very happy.)
There are so many challenges I KNOW you'd make fantastic. Want me to pick you one? Bwahahahahahahaha!
Love you!
MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Ha!
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I looked at the challenges today again. There are lots and lots of good ones, but at each of them my brain went, 'Nope.' 'Nope.' 'Nope.' I'm trying to stay calm about it... I'm sure I can pick one eventually. I'm just not back into the groove yet... (notice how I'm avoiding committing to getting you to pick the challenge for me...)
Love you too! MWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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