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...that she might be a sufficient reason for young Candide

and he for her


March 25th, 2001

Viper still rocks... @ 01:17 am

Current Mood: guilty
Current Music: High Fidelity ST

...But I'll refrain from boring you with the details this time ::collective sigh of relief...raised hands are dropped, rocks fall from opened fists:: Opera was too strange to be good. And the seating was retarded. Flat floors level with the stage...shitty folding chairs. I wished I'd stood in the back...woulda been possible to follow...maybe. There was a lot of cool shit going on, with CGI backdrop covering the back wall of the stage, people running around doing shit in there, and awesome sampling effects messing with the operatic vocalists in the show. And the guitarist had real talent. But the show was this profoundly stupid and ridiculously pretensious and paranoid big brothery 1984 meets shadowrun thing. Reasonably well executed, but so what? Then we went and flew my roommate's blimp some more...fun, but I was stressed (and still am) over this project I was (am) supposed to be working on. At least dinner was good. I went out before the show with my roomie, Dave, and three of his friends. Dave has fantastic friends. I always look forward to getting invited to join them. Clever, kind, and vivacious people, all. Made my day. They were reminding me I need to call this girl Mel and take her up on her offer for drinks...I'm a social retard, sadly...always dropping the ball on these things. Not sure why. It's not fear, really...more like social inertia...an out of sight out of mind kind of problem. My brother has clinically diagnosed ADD. Probably I've got a bit of that too. But my brother's not socially retarded, so I don't know what gives there. Right. Back to work. High Fidelity ST still rocks. I love these new CD's...much longevity...
 
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From:shannidee
Date:March 24th, 2001 11:35 pm (UTC)
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John honey I would never consider you socially retarded!! I love having you around!!!
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From:hawk
Date:March 25th, 2001 12:37 am (UTC)
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That's sweet of you, shannon. :) But that wasn't my point. God knows I have a perfectly functional self esteem and am good at making friends and being social in the moment. My problem is that as soon as someone is out of the room, save for my closest of friends...kinda..., I tend to forget all social responsibilities towards them. I am terrible about picking up my end of "we should get together"'s or "give me a call some time"'s or email responses, or thank you cards (haven't written one in years), etc. I'm a good guy in person, but once you leave the room (using the royal 'you' here) I'm apt to stop trying to deal with you actively until absolutely necessary. This is kind of a problem. It's not one I'm really trying to correct, because it's pretty ingrained. Instead I just try to understand my own tendencies and take action to minimize their impact...
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From:shannidee
Date:March 25th, 2001 07:23 pm (UTC)
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I do understand that one. I'm the first to admit when I say "Sure I'll call you next week" I sincerely hope most of my friends realize that next week is general for when I get around to it or if I even remember. Or for that fact I'm learning by my soon to be mother in law that I am a horrible person since I think to my recolection I've sent maybe 2 thank you notes in my life. But for my own defense I have never seen them necessary since I'm the first person to thank the person in a face to face situation or I call. I think it's a rather irritating custom and the fact that again if I remember chances are I don't have an address or phone number to get the forementioned address which if I had the phone number I'd be using it to thank people. So all who are expecting thank you notes for the wedding please realize this will probably be the only one they recieve as this will be the good ettiquettte deed for my life *grins*

...that she might be a sufficient reason for young Candide

and he for her