Maaaan
First off, I will never miss the bus again. x_x I missed the first bus this morning. I had looked at my phone to check the time at 7:03, and the bus comes at 7:05. Crap. So I called in and let them know I'd be late, and caught the next one.
Dude who stared at my boobs the whole time Monday was there. I came to work brandishing my Giant Sketch Pad, so I tried to hide behind it. This failed miserably, and Dude tried talking to me some more. First, he tried to find out where I lived. OMGNO!
Him: So... you must live around here, huh?
Me: I live nearby.
Him: So, uh... You must live behind Gerbes, huh?
Me: I live nearby.
Him: So, you grow up with Elvis?
Me: Don't think much of him.
Him: You like Pink Floyd?
Me: Don't think much of him.
Him: You like Michael Jackson?
Me: I was about yea tall when he got big. (Dude I am HALF YOUR AGE!)
Him: Who do you like?
Me: Alice in Chains, Korn, and Tool.
Him: ...
Me: ... (don't talk to me don't talk to me don't talk to me)
I was thinking maybe I could call Kevin and have him wait with me at the bus stop so I could hide behind him and feel safe. And just then, the bus came around the corner. And did the bus come heralded by angels with golden trumpets, and did a great light surround it, and was it surrounded by glowing clouds! Gilded in that dawn light came this, my savior, and all was right with the world once more.
Well, to be less blasphemous, I had never been so happy to see the bus in my entire life, ever. I let him preceed me so he could not make some excuse to sit beside me and then hid behind my sketch pad the whole trip.
I have to think maybe I am just a little bit paranoid.
Also, I saw the Most Awesome Thing on the way to work. Someone has created an Amazing Sculpture. It is a purple and gold giraffe. Its body has a cityscape in purple, and its head has a golden horn springing from its brow like a unicorn's. I so wish I had a camera because that thing made me SO HAPPY. Oh, man, I want it for my house except it's way too tall to fit. ^_^
So Stephen, my good friend of ...wow, ten years now, is my good friend because he gives me a mental smack-down when I deserve it.
We had a conversation the other day, and he reminded me that Kevin is an engineer (not officially, but that's how his brain works). I've been harder on the guy than I ought to have been, which is kind of crappy of me. And what makes it worse is that he's got a peronality book that spells this out for us.
I am an 'NF.' I am an Idealist, and there are about 2% of me throughout the entire world's population. Kevin is an 'NT.' He is a Rational, and he comprises about 1%. Putting us together is basically like mixing oil and water. Where I am emotionally all over the place, he is straightforward, logical and objective. While I am freaking out about something and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, he is observing it, collecting data, and putting it into neat little cubicles of action-to-be-taken. And while I am sending him pictures of smooching moose and buying him little things I find at the store that I think would make him laugh, he is thinking 'I love Rachael and she knows this and everything is awesome.'
Sometimes it's hard to keep that in mind. And the book warned us both that this is an issue for people in our sort of relationship. It frustrates me that I managed to fall into that behavior when I'd Been Warned. *sigh* So I sat down and apologized to him, and explained that I'd done exactly what the book said I probably would, even having read the book (which is dumb). And he said he'd done it, too, so it was all good and we would both work on being Less Crappy. :)
Dude who stared at my boobs the whole time Monday was there. I came to work brandishing my Giant Sketch Pad, so I tried to hide behind it. This failed miserably, and Dude tried talking to me some more. First, he tried to find out where I lived. OMGNO!
Him: So... you must live around here, huh?
Me: I live nearby.
Him: So, uh... You must live behind Gerbes, huh?
Me: I live nearby.
Him: So, you grow up with Elvis?
Me: Don't think much of him.
Him: You like Pink Floyd?
Me: Don't think much of him.
Him: You like Michael Jackson?
Me: I was about yea tall when he got big. (Dude I am HALF YOUR AGE!)
Him: Who do you like?
Me: Alice in Chains, Korn, and Tool.
Him: ...
Me: ... (don't talk to me don't talk to me don't talk to me)
I was thinking maybe I could call Kevin and have him wait with me at the bus stop so I could hide behind him and feel safe. And just then, the bus came around the corner. And did the bus come heralded by angels with golden trumpets, and did a great light surround it, and was it surrounded by glowing clouds! Gilded in that dawn light came this, my savior, and all was right with the world once more.
Well, to be less blasphemous, I had never been so happy to see the bus in my entire life, ever. I let him preceed me so he could not make some excuse to sit beside me and then hid behind my sketch pad the whole trip.
I have to think maybe I am just a little bit paranoid.
Also, I saw the Most Awesome Thing on the way to work. Someone has created an Amazing Sculpture. It is a purple and gold giraffe. Its body has a cityscape in purple, and its head has a golden horn springing from its brow like a unicorn's. I so wish I had a camera because that thing made me SO HAPPY. Oh, man, I want it for my house except it's way too tall to fit. ^_^
So Stephen, my good friend of ...wow, ten years now, is my good friend because he gives me a mental smack-down when I deserve it.
We had a conversation the other day, and he reminded me that Kevin is an engineer (not officially, but that's how his brain works). I've been harder on the guy than I ought to have been, which is kind of crappy of me. And what makes it worse is that he's got a peronality book that spells this out for us.
I am an 'NF.' I am an Idealist, and there are about 2% of me throughout the entire world's population. Kevin is an 'NT.' He is a Rational, and he comprises about 1%. Putting us together is basically like mixing oil and water. Where I am emotionally all over the place, he is straightforward, logical and objective. While I am freaking out about something and running around like a chicken with my head cut off, he is observing it, collecting data, and putting it into neat little cubicles of action-to-be-taken. And while I am sending him pictures of smooching moose and buying him little things I find at the store that I think would make him laugh, he is thinking 'I love Rachael and she knows this and everything is awesome.'
Sometimes it's hard to keep that in mind. And the book warned us both that this is an issue for people in our sort of relationship. It frustrates me that I managed to fall into that behavior when I'd Been Warned. *sigh* So I sat down and apologized to him, and explained that I'd done exactly what the book said I probably would, even having read the book (which is dumb). And he said he'd done it, too, so it was all good and we would both work on being Less Crappy. :)