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So yeah, I haven’t updated recently because I have absolutely nothing in my life worth writing about. I rarely do anything productive or social, aside from trading e-mails or instant messages with friends, but that hardly qualifies. I’ve been doing a lot of “actual” writing, which may or may not be a good thing (and is another reason for my lack of upating — after doing “actual” writing, I’m too lazy to document my overblown, largely internalized reactions to mundane situations), doing a hell of a lot of reading, between pathetic job searches and failed interviews.

I was supposed to go to this party yesterday, being thrown by somebody I haven’t talked to and possibly haven’t even thought about since sophomore year of high school. But the day before the party, panic set in. A weird kind of social anxiety — I wasn’t worried about not being liked, or saying the wrong thing, or whatever; rather, I was worried about not liking them. This is somebody I hardly knew even when I knew her, hosting a party with a totally alien circle of friends, and I don’t even have the buffer of bringing anybody since all my friends are either busy or out of state (or busy trying to be out of state so I leave them alone). I didn’t want to be disappointed having to put up with people I didn’t like for an appropriate length of time.

So I said “fuck it.” I disappeared from my computer all day and then, just before going to bed, lied about why I didn’t show up, and promised I’d go to the next group thing she plans. Even though I probably won’t, at least next time I won’t commit so fully to being there only to bail at the last minute. But why shouldn’t I? I should be able to just go and try to have a good time, and leave if I’m not. Fuck, if I don’t like them and that’s the reason I leave, why should I care about staying long enough to not feel rude about leaving too early? I wouldn’t associate with any of them ever again, right?

I guess I just didn’t think things through, as usual.

Posted by Stan on April 16, 2006 4:16 PM  |  | Random Musings | Digg It

Comments (1)

“I’m too lazy to document my overblown, largely internalized reactions to mundane situations”

I would feel hurt, but I have been too lazy to clean up my bookmarks to help me remember to check for your internalized reactions to mundane situations.

Is this what being an lazy old man feels like?

Posted by teenwolf  | April 29, 2006 10:25 PM | Reply

 

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