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Oct. 26th, 2005
Too scared to make friends?
Oct. 26th, 2005 01:36 pmI honestly think I'm cursed or something. If I end up liking a guy, he'll turn out to be some variation of scum (the highest form being mold, the lowest form being viral bacteria that not even feces have) or he'll have this big wangsty problem that will get between us. I could name names and exact incidents, but I won't bother.
I should probably mention that Scott did, in fact, TM me to apologize; his words were "I'm sorry for the way I treated you tonight. I just have a lot on my mind. You're a wonderful, loving person and it makes me feel good to know you're here when I need you." All I could come up with in reply is "I'm sorry too" and you could interpret that a lot of ways. I don't know what to think.
Well, so I got up early again today (had a weird dream; listen to my last voice post to hear about it) and made myself lunch. I decided to include some of the Creme Brulee Brownies I had, since we've got almost 7/8 of the pan left, as that kind of sweet isn't what Baba and Grandpa eat. I lost my nosepad for my glasses after breakfast though, so after Japanese class I went to the health clinic. The guy in optometry was nice, but it took a long time to get my nosepad replaced, and he had to ask for a doctor's help with the screws several times. When he was finally done, I was late to mythology class... and weirder still, the guy ran after me and asked if we could be friends. I told him somewhat hesitantly that I wasn't much of a phone person (when he asked for my number), and we parted ways when I went to class. But he knows my name and stuff, and while the thought was nice, what he did just made me very uncomfortable. Maybe I just don't make friends like others do; I don't just go "Yeah, let's be friends!" It's more of an unspoken thing with me, I think.
The small talk the guy had with me in the office was just that; small talk. I didn't want it to be some sort of dating interview or whatever. And even if he did just want to get to know me as a friend and not as "Ooh, teh hawt chick!" it still squicked me, because I went there for something health-related, not school related, and I keep a firm line between those things. Make friends in class, fine. Make friends at the library, fine. Not at the health center. Eew.
And on that note, I went to the Exchange to get an iced tea, and I sat down under one of the table-umbrellas to eat lunch alone... with my Wired magazine. A guy came up to me and said something about a contest/survey for his PR class. He shook hands with me and got my name, and then he realized he was late to class and he left. My first impression of that meeting was "Oh, another weird guy trying to hit on me" or "Oh shit, another guy trying to scam me." But he didn't ask for anything or get anything from me at all, and as far as I know, he didn't touch any of my stuff, so it's not like he stole anything and ran.
But geez, am I a magnet for weirdoes or what? Or maybe I'm just too much of a picky bitch to make real friends with. *whimper*
Anyway, I better get going to VComm class... *sigh*
I should probably mention that Scott did, in fact, TM me to apologize; his words were "I'm sorry for the way I treated you tonight. I just have a lot on my mind. You're a wonderful, loving person and it makes me feel good to know you're here when I need you." All I could come up with in reply is "I'm sorry too" and you could interpret that a lot of ways. I don't know what to think.
Well, so I got up early again today (had a weird dream; listen to my last voice post to hear about it) and made myself lunch. I decided to include some of the Creme Brulee Brownies I had, since we've got almost 7/8 of the pan left, as that kind of sweet isn't what Baba and Grandpa eat. I lost my nosepad for my glasses after breakfast though, so after Japanese class I went to the health clinic. The guy in optometry was nice, but it took a long time to get my nosepad replaced, and he had to ask for a doctor's help with the screws several times. When he was finally done, I was late to mythology class... and weirder still, the guy ran after me and asked if we could be friends. I told him somewhat hesitantly that I wasn't much of a phone person (when he asked for my number), and we parted ways when I went to class. But he knows my name and stuff, and while the thought was nice, what he did just made me very uncomfortable. Maybe I just don't make friends like others do; I don't just go "Yeah, let's be friends!" It's more of an unspoken thing with me, I think.
The small talk the guy had with me in the office was just that; small talk. I didn't want it to be some sort of dating interview or whatever. And even if he did just want to get to know me as a friend and not as "Ooh, teh hawt chick!" it still squicked me, because I went there for something health-related, not school related, and I keep a firm line between those things. Make friends in class, fine. Make friends at the library, fine. Not at the health center. Eew.
And on that note, I went to the Exchange to get an iced tea, and I sat down under one of the table-umbrellas to eat lunch alone... with my Wired magazine. A guy came up to me and said something about a contest/survey for his PR class. He shook hands with me and got my name, and then he realized he was late to class and he left. My first impression of that meeting was "Oh, another weird guy trying to hit on me" or "Oh shit, another guy trying to scam me." But he didn't ask for anything or get anything from me at all, and as far as I know, he didn't touch any of my stuff, so it's not like he stole anything and ran.
But geez, am I a magnet for weirdoes or what? Or maybe I'm just too much of a picky bitch to make real friends with. *whimper*
Anyway, I better get going to VComm class... *sigh*
