Tuesday, August 30, 2011

s/awk/boss

And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
...and whispered in the sounds of silence

I don't consider myself to be awkward, but I'd be lying if I claimed to be a socialite.  Lying like a one legged motorcyclist telling you he's ready for hurricane operations.  I thought about this because I was getting my hair cut like a boss.

One of the things that the writers of the show House don't understand is that people like me love the character House because we love everything he says and we want to be like him, saying rude and witty things to people and generally being a narcissistic asshole to people forced to be around us.  But that doesn't work in real life, partly because it is difficult for one lone programmer to wield the wit of twenty comedy writers, and party people in the real world people don't exactly like assholes.  And there are no extremely attractive women being forced to be around me.  I know.  I was dissapointed too.  Sometimes people are attracted to mean people, and I'm sure this is a great topic to argue about with...whatever.   Moving on.

By my estimate I am thousands of hours behind when it comes to developing social skills and learning how not to completely piss off girls that I want to make out with later.  Hey.  At least we've moved on from total obvlivion.  Anyway.  I'm too far behind to catch up by any...active action.  I can't just like, be walking home from a shitty day of banging my head against another stupid software engineering (the not cool kind of) problem, and realize that like, I need to go interact with some people today, and like get that done on my way home.  It needs to be passive;  something I just do every day.  Work will not be a help here.  Most of my conversations start with "hey" and then a very technical description of what I need from the person I'm talking to.

Holy fuck this is the dumbest idea ever.  I was going to write something about getting more haircuts, because thats like 40 minutes of intense small talk that makes my brain hurt, but really...I don't understand why that sounded like such a great idea in my head.  Ok.  Fine.  I'm going to get more haircuts, or ...stuff like haircuts, and thats going to make me into a nicer person who breaks eye contact less frequently.  Yeah.


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