Saturday, September 8, 2012

When the hell did I write this?

There's no good way to say to someone, "I like you but I don't want to date you". When someone says "I just want to know what you think of me", there's no good way to say "I think you're a really great dude but I don't want you to be my boyfriend". There's no good way of saying "I think we should just be friends" because if that person wanted to just be your friend, they wouldn't be asking you to date them.
My room mates are watching a documentary about origami. I can't make anything except for a paper plane, but if someone had taught me geometry by getting me to fold colored bits of paper in nifty ways, I might not have developed such a deep and abiding loathing for math back in Year 5.
I am procrastinating. I need to clean the detritus of last night's party off the back deck, take out the trash, shower, go grocery shopping, run my speech, and get organized for this week. I am doing none of those things, preferring instead to just lie on my bed, contemplating the mysterious soreness of my legs.

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