Well I got that nifty noddle calculator today. Very large. Looks like a Hitchhiker's Guide. I'm tempted to write "DON'T PANIC!" on the cover.
In other tidings, work was odd tonight for three reasons. One: they did the annual post-Christmas free food thing, and this time it was Sticky Fingers barbeque. Two: Whilst eating said barbeque, this guy who's one of the new hires that has been hanging out with me and the usual suspects actually sat down and started talking to me, an event that the bookies of London wouldn't think of taking bets on since it happens so rarely someone would make a killing eventually. And three: I went home 4 1/2 hours early due to lack of mail.
Now, have you ever tried to be charming and attractive while gnoshing on a drippy barbeque sandwich? Have you ever tried to impress someone of the opposite sex (or same, if so inclined) whilst trying to gnosh on said dripply barbeque sandwich? I didn't think of doing the licking the fingers trick until just now. That's how out of sorts it put me. He's a cute guy. I'd really like to get to know him better. He's funny and he likes science-fiction and he was talking about building his own computer like he knows how to do it. All those people in the lunch room at the time and here he is, talking to me. Me! A person so socially inept that even small children find me weird and unapproachable. Me! Who leaves cons at 8 PM on Fridays and Saturdays because I can't stand drunk people and seeing people acting that way sends me into inexplicable blind rages. Me! WHY?! WHY WAS HE TALKING TO ME?!
Hell, even at cons I don't fit in anymore.
To be honest, most of the time these days I have no idea why I allow myself to go on.
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Eh, don't over-analyze it...just enjoy it and be happy. That's what I always do when a nubile female actually notices my presence and acknowledges it. Of course, it may be that I'm more relaxed around women than I used to be because I finally found one who didn't go out of her way to destroy me emotionally. Then again, I found that I was more relaxed around women after my experiences with the woman before Gail, when I just plain quit giving half a rat's ass. In any case, any day that includes barbecue and going home from work early for reasons other than being fired or injured is a good day :)
I didn't realize you had such an aversion to drunk people. Myself, I generally don't like being in a large crowd of drunks, though I have been known to drink as much as a six-pack on occasion. Like, every few months, on "special occasions." Most of the time I have a beer or two and call it quits. Since I quit smoking pot, I've found that I can drink in moderation, rather than swilling $ALCOHOLIC_BEVERAGE till the distinction between up and down blurs.
At a con, it's always seemed a bit different to me. The drunks aren't quite as repulsive there than they are at a bar - it could be something about the average IQ in the consuite as opposed to that in your average honky-tonk bar. It can still be annoying at times, though. Not going to ChattaCon this year, again. I guess I just kind of lost interest in fandom - not sci-fi, just the freak shows.
That brings me to another random thought - I just realized that there are only about 3 or 4 people, outside my family, who were part of the pack I hung out with 10 or 12 years ago and would still welcome into my home. Strange how people evolve over the course of a lifetime, isn't it? Don't worry, you're one of 'em. Another is Jason, a guy who lived a block from me when I was a kid. I dunno about Paul...haven't spoken to him in many months. He moved to Florida, swearing he'd keep in touch, and I've spoken with him maybe 3 times since. Last I heard, he'd given up the herb as well. I guess we all have to grow up sometime.
And definitely write "DON'T PANIC!" on the cover of that calculator. The fun comes in discovering how many people actually get the joke.
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