"All the world's a stage. . ."

Oct 16, 2006 20:03

Going by the topic I posted, I keep seeming to play the role of either the court jester/harlequin or the oblivious theatregoer unaware that the play is about me. Each time I watch the first and second act, there is always something amiss that heightens the expected turnout or makes the inevitable outcome that much more poignant.

I want to relate to a certain female and get myself ready on time and then the weather grows so bad that it delays her arrival so long that I am left with only 2 hours to truly try my words and personality upon her ears and eyes.

You'd think that was the twist, but that was just the first part of the farce. I then was asked to play my wit and ability to interact with others upon her friends AND then try to get a word in edgewise without seeming the ass or overconfident bastard. I was able to succeed by my own estimation, but I now have to ask my friend's girlfriend if I actually did so. I have never claimed to understand women and I definitely won't begin to do so now.

I tried to be as chivalrous as I could and be as brash as I dared with my group. I didn't alter the way I normally would act by any means, but I was hoping to be able to get a quiet moment with her alone at the very least. The most I got in that regard was helping her to transport her laptop to the vehicle that she came in.

I ended up going to breakfast with a female friend of mine and tried to get her perspective on things and she just looked and laughed at me. The entire time that I'm out, it is raining cats and dogs.

I happen to arrive home to find that there was a leak in my apartment roof that is dripping DIRECTLY on my bed. I happen to spend the remainder of the morning moving stuff to downstairs while trying to keep the floor and bed dry so that I don't have to deal with mildew or dampness. I called the apartment emergency line and got no response and ended up until damn near 9 AM. I called into work today and then got a call from my boss around noon (after I had dozed off from being awake most of the night). I took the time to write a nastygram to the apartments asking for what was to be done to ensure that this didn't happen again. I intend to follow up on that tomorrow (after being told today that they would bring someone out to the apartment to caulk the insides and check the roofing).

If it wasn't for me being so close to work, I would leave because these are the most downtrodden apartments I have EVER had the displeasure of staying at.

So in summation, I have no idea where I stand with the girl I am interested in, await judgement by her gaggle of friends as to my "worthiness" to date her (although I really don't care about them directly, it is HER I'm trying to date), dealing with a questionable roof, and now have another half-day of personal time that I had to burn due to the ongoing comedy that is my life serving me another whipped cream pie to the face.

If life is like a bowl of lemons, I'm no longer going to make lemonade.

I'm going to grab those bastards and squeeze them before throwing them back at the persons that handed them to me in the first place and pray that the juice lands in their eyes.

ROFL @ sarcastic anger over things I can't control.

- Brian K.
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