what's curious george really like?
Maybe it's just me. Was it something I said? Am I really that boring/quiet/nerdy/intimidating/creepy/whatever that no one wants to be around me outside work? Or do people like me just suck at at the whole friendship thing?
I had this really, really great birthday celebration a few months back. I spent it literally doing nothing, another story in & of itself, with a few people who I care a lot about. And that night I was certain they cared about me in return. Five months have passed, and I've heard from two of those people since. On my own increasingly dwindling attempts to connect with other people I always get the same excuse: busy.
What, do you not think I'm not busy either? I work a full time job, have personal projects & Mousetrap on the side, yet it means enough to me to do so and I can still find room in my schedule for spending time with you. It doesn't matter when or how, I would get out of this chair this second and drive anywhere, do pretty much anything if somebody asked me to. (There's another problem: people only seem to like me if I can do them a favor. "What have you done for me lately?" is pretty much the story of my life.)
Anyway, I'm not an idiot. i hear the stories, I have a Flickr account and a MySpace profile, I know "hanging out" is taking place. Without me. Being lied to about it is what hurts the most.
It's hard to justify paying $65 a month for a cell phone that nobody calls me on. Except for Disneyland scheduling.
I had this really, really great birthday celebration a few months back. I spent it literally doing nothing, another story in & of itself, with a few people who I care a lot about. And that night I was certain they cared about me in return. Five months have passed, and I've heard from two of those people since. On my own increasingly dwindling attempts to connect with other people I always get the same excuse: busy.
What, do you not think I'm not busy either? I work a full time job, have personal projects & Mousetrap on the side, yet it means enough to me to do so and I can still find room in my schedule for spending time with you. It doesn't matter when or how, I would get out of this chair this second and drive anywhere, do pretty much anything if somebody asked me to. (There's another problem: people only seem to like me if I can do them a favor. "What have you done for me lately?" is pretty much the story of my life.)
Anyway, I'm not an idiot. i hear the stories, I have a Flickr account and a MySpace profile, I know "hanging out" is taking place. Without me. Being lied to about it is what hurts the most.
It's hard to justify paying $65 a month for a cell phone that nobody calls me on. Except for Disneyland scheduling.
posted by Adam at 1:31 PM
