WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!
Ye gods, but it has been a hellishly busy weekend. First of all, the room-mate's girlfriend was over. Nothing wrong with that, but it did mean that everybody and their goldfish decided to drop by. Again, nothing inherently wrong with that. However, it was also parent's weekend at Whitworth, meaning that my family was over to visit the sister, and I got stuck on "Andrew Duty," basically acting as a source of entertainment for my obnoxious and obstreperous younger brother. Fun. At any rate, Thursday night, who should call but she of infinite misery. Apparently she broke up with the guy she left me for upon discovering that lo and behold, he was neglectful and basically a dick. The words "I COULD HAVE TOLD YOU SO BUT I DIDN'T BECAUSE I'M SUCH A NICE FUCKING GUY" screamed through my brain as I heard this news. She then made subtle inquiries into my relationship status. By subtle, I mean she asked me directly if I was seeing anyone. My answer was "No, my life's a mess, and I don't really want to invite anybody in at the moment." We then had an argument, which I was enjoying, and then she accused me of being cold and distant, a side of me she had not seen before. Well I wonder why that could be? It couldn't have anything to do with the way in which a certain individual who we shall henceforth refer to as "Benee" toyed with my affections and then just plain old left me. No, why, that would be silly. However, I maintained polite composure and managed to laugh it off. I basically told her that if she wanted to build a friendship or anything at all with me, the onus was on her, but there was no way in hell that it would be anything like what had been. This whole exchange put me in something of a sour mood for the rest of the weekend. Saturday was my day as my brother's keeper. We ended up paintballing, which was okay. However, he really needs to stop walking in peoples' blind spots. It's annoying and inconsiderate. Sunday night at least provided some respite from the swirling maelstrom of chaos that is my life, as Justin came over and we watched some MST3K, and then went to Shari's. While there, the waiter randomly accosted us about last night's baseball game. Figuring that he must not have seen the whole thing and just wanted the score, I mentioned that I had in fact caught the end of it. He then started gushing about it. Damn. After a bit of this, he began to tell us all about his ongoing relationship with one of his co-workers, at which point both Justin and I began to feel a bit awkward. And by "a bit" I mean "very." When total strangers decide to bare their souls to you, it just doesn't feel right. As soon as he was gone, we booked for the cashier and payed the bill and split. It was...odd, to say the least, but it was entertaining.
Oh, and I might end up with a job at Best Buy. We shall see what comes of this.
7 Comments:
wow, that sucks. Damn. It is funny how people forget you until there's been a change in their life, and then they don't believe that you haven't been waiting just where you were when the thing ended, even though a month ago they wouldn't have even wanted you to be there. Oh well, I'm glad the weekend got better. Good luck on the job! --Sarah
Speaking of getting better, Justin is letting me borrow his MST3K DVD's, so you should totally come over some time this week and we can watch some Joel, Crow, and Servo. Let me know.
Yeah, crazy people need to learn to make up their minds before making other people totally confused and emotionally frustrated. Good luck on the job thing. And yeah, I think I've had that waiter at Sheri's. He's...odd.
It sounds to me like the weekend from heck. I mean seriously, when is Will supposed to get his respite? Shari's used to be a sanctuary... maybe you should try the one on the corner of monroe and NW Blvd. I know its a bit farther, but you never know what you are going to get.
Henceforth, the waiter in question at Shari's will be referred to as "Sling Blade." He looked like he needed some french-fried potaters.
I don't mean to bring up bad memories, but doesn't he remind you of tall dark and hackneyed? Maybe not the quasi budho-philosophical drivel we came to expect from Tall, but it the same vein. I could suggest we try to show those people compassion and actually listen to what they are saying. I could. But I won't.
What really pisses me off is that you always feel like saying something like "I don't want to hear about this" or "I don't give a flying F*** about you" or "Why are you talking?" But when you go to say these things you feel terrible... and yet they need to be said. I had no problem saying things like that to people in class, but in public its different. Will, this is your new task. Either figure out what the heck is wrong with me or pioneer a new course for those of us who feel badly for speaking our feelings!
Dave, I think it is safe to say that you are not alone in this situation. The fact that just about everybody feels awkward in this scenario is indication of this. And believe me when I say that those words were screaming through my neural pathways at this instant. However, it must be noted that I found the whole incident perversely entertaining. Justin also appreciated it, though he is more used to this than I, given his line of work.
As to the course of action, ask yourself the following questions:
1) Am I acquainted with this person?
If yes,
2a) Do I like this person?
If no to 2a), then fuck it. This is the Tall, Dark and Hackneyed option.
If yes to 2a), then hold it in. For now.
If no to 1),
2b) Does this person frighten me at all (does he or she appear to be physically and psychologically capable of inflicting grievous bodily harm?)
If yes to 2b), then lie, dissemble, and bullshit your way out of this.
If no to 2b), use discretion, but watch out. They could snap.
That's a brief and (very) incomplete answer, but I hope that helps.
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