It’s funny how inspiration can hit in the most spontaneous of places. Taking a bus ride home from work I spotted a Q-dog doing some chick recruitment-my assumption is that it’s to their next social, and all of the new pledges have to get a certain number of chicks to come. Now I won’t lie and say that not getting invited didn’t hurt my ego. But then let’s remember I was wearing my headphones and I was reading off to the side of a large group. Basically unapproachable I guess. But hey, I’m content with it. Anyways, seeing this guy inviting chicks by basically slipping by these little purple flyers, chatting them up at the bus stop and on the bus. It was actually amusing to watch. Haha my sense of humor is a little off-kilter and sickly. But anyways to my left of the Union bus stop, I got a great visual of an intro to a story I’m considering writing. About the fraternity life of guys and the pressures brought on by their pledge week. We always hear about the girls, so what about the guys? What do guys have to do in this social dimension to get the “in”.
Keep on, keeping on. Wow, this entire summer was here and now it's about to conclude in less than a week. By this time next week, I will be back on campus for my alma mater and calling up my buddies so we can reconnect and have some food while sharing our stories.
This was actually inspired by a guy friend who just became a little too attached to me as a friend. It's funny because I went into this summer hoping that I could make some more guy friends. Definitely, be careful what you wish for. I cherish him as a friend, and he's eased up now that I've talked to him, but it was driving me so insane one day I just went off on a tangent with this semi-poem. Emotions = Inspiration!
Sunday, July 19, 2009 · 5.58pm
You are actually quite hilarious. Reaching out to me in your loneliness. Do you not realize that you reek of desperation to talk to someone?
I cannot provide all of the answers to you.
Do not use me as your cheat sheet.
It will not work.
Hello there, I am a human being. I prefer to interact on a face-to-face basis. Not the electrical hum of my keyboard.
And your persistence! I have seen not in many of my years. I have no time for this child’s play. My time is better spent reading literature that tickles my brain cells.
Those closest to me attribute your longing to your immaturity. You treat me like I neglected an animal on the side of the road. All I have to tell you is that you are not my responsibility! I am not here to entertain you, nor am I here to make sure you look both ways before crossing the street.
It is okay. You can make it one solid revolution of the earth day without me. Take this to heart. I do not mean to be harsh, once again I am just being honest.
I love a person with their own sense of independence. Now get the picture and grow some!
You.
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