2003-06-26 - 5:08 p.m.
Oh, get a room, you two
It’s FUCKING HOT OUTSIDE. Did I say this in my last entry? Probably. But whatever. It’s hot, and my apartment has southern exposure, which is great for lighting and bad for me. But I’m coping. I spent the morning in, then I went to Wal-Mart and returned something. At about 2 pm, I walked to campus (no jeans this time) armed with a bottle of water, my CD player and Harry Potter, and I read on a bench for over an hour. Being outside did me a world of good, and the breeze in the shade was lovely. Now I’m back with the fan on and trying to stay cool. I’m not going out tonight—I went out last night, and the night before, and the night before—but I have a lot of stuff to organize. So it’s all fine.
I’m doing much better with the adjusting thing. Like I said, I’ve been going out and having fun with total strangers, and I’m settling into my new apartment. My cable is hooked up, which is always a plus.
Because I’m not in classes yet, I’ve been doing a lot of chatting online. It’s always fun, and I honestly feel pretty close to these people. I know their personalities and their styles. I’ve met a few of them, and I’m usually on the mark. As with any other community, there are people I like and don’t like, people who I enjoy talking to and people I avoid. It’s still a great place.
But there’s a part of chat that sometimes goes over my head. Some people take it seriously, others don’t. I generally do. I mean, I have a good time and a great laugh, but I’m always honest and I always mean what I say, unless, of course, I’m joking. But some people are not like that.
This one friend of mine isn’t. Everything he says is a joke. We get along really well, most of the time, and we have this fantastic bawdy banter that I look forward to on a regular basis. He rocks.
But lately he’s been saying things that aren’t funny. In the public forum. And it pissed me off. So I talked to him about it today. I was expecting him to make fun of me, to say something like, “Come on! It’s a JOKE! Get over yourself,” and he did, to a certain extent. But he also said, “Look, nothing I say here is ever serious,” and when I told him that it makes other people look as if he doesn’t respect me, he said, “Who says I don’t respect you?”
So it’s all cleared up. I feel much better about the whole thing, and I’m not pissed at him anymore. But it reminded me that not everything is as it seems, and not all chatting should be done in public. Perceptions are tough to clear up. I love everyone for worrying about me, and I love everyone for listening, but when it comes down to it it really is between him and me. In private. Where we can playfully insult each other until we turn blue from laughing.
That bastard should just call me and duke it out over the phone. Heh.
