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Jan. 5th, 2007 10:44 pmJudy Garland, Evil Teletubbies, and Thor's Duodenum, Oh My!
I avoided my mail box all week, a sure sign that I haven't actually ordered any cds for myself in a month or so. Also a sign that it's been raining hard the last few nights when I got home. It was raining hard tonight, with wind picking up, but I trudged to the mailbox and gathered my mail anyway -- you might as well do it at least once a week, right?
I'm glad that my apartment complex provides a trash can right next to the mail boxes. Anything cart-sorted, addressed to occupant, or with the words "Please Don't Throw Away" gets thrown away immediately. Some things get ripped up first, of course, to be safe. Even when I'm getting drenched, I take the time to tear stuff up. But at least I don't have to drag it back to the apartment and then fill up my garbage can and take it back out to the trash bin later.
L called me yesterday. He was worried about me. He thought something might have happened to me. L doesn't know me that well, and has yet to clue in to the fact that I like to be antisocial, and even my best friends don't hear from me every single week. So I got ahold of him. He was sad that I didn't come over on New Year's Eve. I said that I had spent the day and evening with my old roommate Tom. L said he had something he wanted to show me... his new toy, whatever it is. Could I come over Saturday? Also there's this big gathering Saturday of furs on Whidbey Island or someplace at somebody's home, Stalking Cat lives there, he's the guy who's transforming his body into a cat... yeah, I know who he is.
I've tried to not turn L down outright when he wants to get together because he really is a nice guy, but I'm not as interested in hanging out in general as he is. Certainly I have no particular desire to hang out with a bunch of furries I don't know, even though I assume many of them are nice people. I meet people at furry cons all the time that are nice people, but I don't particularly feel compelled to spend lots of time with them. You know. And visiting L's place to watch a movie or whatever isn't such a bad thing, but I often feel like I'm wasting my time, not getting anything done that I want to do, even if what I really want to do could also be called wasting time. Wasting time on my own terms doesn't bug me the way that wasting time on someone else's terms does.
I had a good excuse... we have a Tai-Pan work party Saturday. So L asks if I don't have any free time this weekend to come over. I said that Saturday was full up for certain, and that I liked to take at least one day off on the weekend (usually Sunday) to just kick back and do nothing, and added that I wanted to watch the Seahawks game which I thought was on Sunday (as it turns out, it's Saturday -- I may not get to see it, I haven't gotten to watch them in several weeks, wah! But anyway I knew that L wouldn't know or care when the Seahawks played so it was a good excuse to bring it up.)
So, L asks, how about getting together Friday evening? I said, you know I work evenings, right? Then he says, Well, as it happens, I have some free time Friday afternoon.
SIGH. Subtle is not working for me here. I should have just said that I'd like to get together, but not this weekend, sorry, and left it at that. Then I felt bad for turning him down anyway. Ah well.
I avoided my mail box all week, a sure sign that I haven't actually ordered any cds for myself in a month or so. Also a sign that it's been raining hard the last few nights when I got home. It was raining hard tonight, with wind picking up, but I trudged to the mailbox and gathered my mail anyway -- you might as well do it at least once a week, right?
I'm glad that my apartment complex provides a trash can right next to the mail boxes. Anything cart-sorted, addressed to occupant, or with the words "Please Don't Throw Away" gets thrown away immediately. Some things get ripped up first, of course, to be safe. Even when I'm getting drenched, I take the time to tear stuff up. But at least I don't have to drag it back to the apartment and then fill up my garbage can and take it back out to the trash bin later.
L called me yesterday. He was worried about me. He thought something might have happened to me. L doesn't know me that well, and has yet to clue in to the fact that I like to be antisocial, and even my best friends don't hear from me every single week. So I got ahold of him. He was sad that I didn't come over on New Year's Eve. I said that I had spent the day and evening with my old roommate Tom. L said he had something he wanted to show me... his new toy, whatever it is. Could I come over Saturday? Also there's this big gathering Saturday of furs on Whidbey Island or someplace at somebody's home, Stalking Cat lives there, he's the guy who's transforming his body into a cat... yeah, I know who he is.
I've tried to not turn L down outright when he wants to get together because he really is a nice guy, but I'm not as interested in hanging out in general as he is. Certainly I have no particular desire to hang out with a bunch of furries I don't know, even though I assume many of them are nice people. I meet people at furry cons all the time that are nice people, but I don't particularly feel compelled to spend lots of time with them. You know. And visiting L's place to watch a movie or whatever isn't such a bad thing, but I often feel like I'm wasting my time, not getting anything done that I want to do, even if what I really want to do could also be called wasting time. Wasting time on my own terms doesn't bug me the way that wasting time on someone else's terms does.
I had a good excuse... we have a Tai-Pan work party Saturday. So L asks if I don't have any free time this weekend to come over. I said that Saturday was full up for certain, and that I liked to take at least one day off on the weekend (usually Sunday) to just kick back and do nothing, and added that I wanted to watch the Seahawks game which I thought was on Sunday (as it turns out, it's Saturday -- I may not get to see it, I haven't gotten to watch them in several weeks, wah! But anyway I knew that L wouldn't know or care when the Seahawks played so it was a good excuse to bring it up.)
So, L asks, how about getting together Friday evening? I said, you know I work evenings, right? Then he says, Well, as it happens, I have some free time Friday afternoon.
SIGH. Subtle is not working for me here. I should have just said that I'd like to get together, but not this weekend, sorry, and left it at that. Then I felt bad for turning him down anyway. Ah well.
