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Sometimes, I swear that giving the general public access to the internet was the worst fucking thing that ever happened to the world. Firstly, people need to have reasons to use instant-messengers; if teenie-boppers want to spend their days chatting it up with their friends, talking shit behind people's backs, and gossiping, then do so the old-fashioned way: the phone. That way, when you talk to your buddy/girlfriend/what-the-fuck-ever, you won't have to embarrass the entire human race by your inability to type, form coherent sentences, or comprehend other people's sentences. Instant-Messengers need to be reserved for business purposes, and to the technically-savvy people; because, as research has shown, these people generally have an IQ above 25.
Also, when you deal with this, generally older (or at least, can act like an adult if the situation calls for it), they generally understand that wasting other people's time is not a good thing to do. I can't count the number of times people instant-message me, expect me to respond (because they keep spamming shit like "r u there?????", "yo???????", "sup!?!?!?!??!?!?!," "r u ignorn me??????????"), then once I do give in, they have absolutely nothing to say. It's not like they have some interesting gossip or anything, they just want to tell me about something in their lives, then they want me to think up the topic of conversation for the next half-hour. News flash assholes, I'm not here to entertain you. I actually do this thing called "work" when I'm at my computer. If I wanted to waste time talking to you about nothing, I'd call you. And you don't see me doing that.
Anyway, to begin the actual point of this entry, I’d like to really thank Jess and JillUser (my friend Abby as well, but she didn't leave a comment; the bitch ^_^) for their inspiring comments from my last entry. They really made me feel a whole hell of a lot better about the whole situation. To tell the truth, I'm still really unsure why this is affecting me so much. I mean, I sure as hell didn't have some deep emotional investment in this chick.
I guess, when I met her (I wasn't looking to meet her, she just started talking to me on our way to a party), I just felt some sparks. I felt: "you know, this is a girl who is actually fun!" She was smart, she was interesting and, most importantly, she didn't seem the type of girl that's sole goal in life was to get drunk (even though she was at the time; warning sign Trent!), get laid, drink herself to becoming a fat-assed sorority girl, then rinse and repeat. Maybe I liked her because once we sat down for a while we were able to actually talk; even if we were both drunk at the time. Of course, maybe the alcohol made the night seem more "magical" than it actually was. I just can't be sure.
I mean, it's not like I'm actively looking for a girlfriend, love interest, whatever the fucking hell you want to call it. In fact, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I spent about 85% of my freshman year at college just enjoying being single, sitting at my computer, and being socially inept. Granted, the times I did go out, I always managed to meet some cute girl (or met-up with one I'd already known), but it's not like I continued to actively pursue any of them after that. When I met Sam, I guess I thought things just seemed "right." And, now, I can't really tell where anything went wrong. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, things seemed to be going very well. That might be why this particular rejection is bugging me so much. Or maybe, it's just because it was the last attempt at a relationship for my freshman year; which, all in all, was a total "romantic" bust.
*shrug*
I'd like to think that Jess's comment that "Let them find you" is right, but I'm an impatient motherfucker, and am left wondering if waiting is really the right course of action. I guess I'll find out at some point in time.
As a quick note, I don't consider any swearing in the context I'm using it to be "Adult Content," it's not like I'm using anything in an offensive context. Any person old enough to browse this site hears far, far worse at school.
Also, when you deal with this, generally older (or at least, can act like an adult if the situation calls for it), they generally understand that wasting other people's time is not a good thing to do. I can't count the number of times people instant-message me, expect me to respond (because they keep spamming shit like "r u there?????", "yo???????", "sup!?!?!?!??!?!?!," "r u ignorn me??????????"), then once I do give in, they have absolutely nothing to say. It's not like they have some interesting gossip or anything, they just want to tell me about something in their lives, then they want me to think up the topic of conversation for the next half-hour. News flash assholes, I'm not here to entertain you. I actually do this thing called "work" when I'm at my computer. If I wanted to waste time talking to you about nothing, I'd call you. And you don't see me doing that.
Anyway, to begin the actual point of this entry, I’d like to really thank Jess and JillUser (my friend Abby as well, but she didn't leave a comment; the bitch ^_^) for their inspiring comments from my last entry. They really made me feel a whole hell of a lot better about the whole situation. To tell the truth, I'm still really unsure why this is affecting me so much. I mean, I sure as hell didn't have some deep emotional investment in this chick.
I guess, when I met her (I wasn't looking to meet her, she just started talking to me on our way to a party), I just felt some sparks. I felt: "you know, this is a girl who is actually fun!" She was smart, she was interesting and, most importantly, she didn't seem the type of girl that's sole goal in life was to get drunk (even though she was at the time; warning sign Trent!), get laid, drink herself to becoming a fat-assed sorority girl, then rinse and repeat. Maybe I liked her because once we sat down for a while we were able to actually talk; even if we were both drunk at the time. Of course, maybe the alcohol made the night seem more "magical" than it actually was. I just can't be sure.
I mean, it's not like I'm actively looking for a girlfriend, love interest, whatever the fucking hell you want to call it. In fact, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I spent about 85% of my freshman year at college just enjoying being single, sitting at my computer, and being socially inept. Granted, the times I did go out, I always managed to meet some cute girl (or met-up with one I'd already known), but it's not like I continued to actively pursue any of them after that. When I met Sam, I guess I thought things just seemed "right." And, now, I can't really tell where anything went wrong. I mean, as far as I'm concerned, things seemed to be going very well. That might be why this particular rejection is bugging me so much. Or maybe, it's just because it was the last attempt at a relationship for my freshman year; which, all in all, was a total "romantic" bust.
*shrug*
I'd like to think that Jess's comment that "Let them find you" is right, but I'm an impatient motherfucker, and am left wondering if waiting is really the right course of action. I guess I'll find out at some point in time.
As a quick note, I don't consider any swearing in the context I'm using it to be "Adult Content," it's not like I'm using anything in an offensive context. Any person old enough to browse this site hears far, far worse at school.
keep your chin up
