"Don't call us. We're eating and watching the monkeys."

[napoleonherself]

Here is some before-bed introspection, to create a delightfully jarring counterpoint to my last post. (which I still love, btw.)

I am bad at making friends when it's not via the shiny box on my desk. The last time I actually made a non-online friend was back in high school -- and keep in mind, I graduated in 1999. And even then, looking back, it seems that I really only made friends when the other individuals made some obvious overture of friendliness, thus letting me know that they wouldn't be averse to hanging out with me.

This very seldom bothers me. Sure, I never made a single schooltypefriend during my entire four years at CSUF, but so what? There were some people I might've liked to've known better, like the guy in my bio class who came from Sweden to live with his fiancée's family and said fiancée, or the one person who recognized my Halloween 'costume' as a Red Dwarf reference. But the fact is that I usually just don't much LIKE the people I meet in meatspace. So if I continue to feel alienated and apart from them, then it doesn't much matter, right? Sure.

As it's probably easy to surmise from the fact that this post exists, though, this time it DOES bother me. Because I have really taken a liking to Colin, AKA Cold Stone Guy. The way he chooses to express himself, both in class and when I see him at Cold Stone, suggest that he is both intelligent and possessed of a sense of humor compatible with my own. He actually reminds me of certain aspects of various of my closest online friends. In short, I think would be neat to make friends with good sir Cold Stone Guy.

This, of course, leads back to the start of this introspective blathering: I suck at making meatspace friends. In addition, I have utterly lost all knowledge I once had of how to make meatspace friends with a guy without coming off as some crazy lovestruck stalker chick. I befriend men far more often than other women. That's just how I am. Other women have a tendency to bore and/or disgust me. However, that's a little hard to explain to someone who may already be wondering where you're going to hide the body.

And now, for those of you with short attention spans who do not want to read the long paragraphs (I'm looking in your direction, BRIAN), I present the following summary:

"Jenny no make friends good. Person neat. Jenny want make friends person. Person boy, Jenny girl. Jenny no want person to run in terror. Jenny just want friends. Fire good. Fire goooood."

Now, since I am sleepy, and since I FINALLY brought myself to switch off zSNES and thus cannot continue playing "just one more day" in Harvest Moon: bed.

The subject line is from the Daily Show, incidentally. Jon Stewart polkas.

Comments

[napoleonherself.livejournal.com]

Bah. You're just saying that to convince me of this lie that you are nice.

[steaksammich.livejournal.com]

There are no lies! I'm nice, through and through. Now, I will admit when most of my LJ friends go on and on and start using big paragraphs, I might start to skim. But that's becuase most of the people on my "friends" list aren't really friends! They're just weird internet people. You're weird internet people, sure, but yo'ure still my friend.