Today, I went out. That alone is surprising, seeing as I am sort of a giant recluse after going home and staying there for more than an hour. Slightly more surprising is that I don’t know who these people were.
Meeting my friends’ friends never was a remarkable thing for me, seeing as most of them either dislike me just because or think I’m a predator trying to gobble them up in one fell swoop of sarcasm and dry wit (either it’s the glasses, the clutched book and/or the “serious” look). As predicted, I was correct and they didn’t even talk to me, so I just sank down the couch and read my book, nodding occasionally at some hilarious puns (it sucked) somewho tries to run. I can’t be blamed though, I did try to respond, but the overwhelming silence afterwards was just too much to bear repeatedly and still have some dignity left intact.
Also, one particular person even resorted to use taunts aimed at me. Fascinating.
I guess you can’t please everybody. I should have stayed home; I wouldn’t have had to feel guilty about being an inadequate participant, with a bonus of watching more House M.D. or 30Rock.
As a sidenote to those of you wondering why I’ve even wrote this in the first place is that they would never read my blog anyways. Heh.
Why so pessimistic?
You’d be amazed at how pessimistic views can be as close to the truth, far more than optimism can ever reach.
Just followed your link from your character in Urban Undead. You keep on killing me. Sheesh, give a zombie a break will ya.
JK