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On Being Too Lazy for My Own Good
I've got clothes in the dryer that are most likely dry. I've got two stacks of borrowed library books on top of bookshelf number 2 that need to be dug through for research purposes. I've got a story idea in my head about squirrels that will be a commentary on death, deception, and redemption. I've got a Chinese homework page nearly 95 percent complete, yet I cannot seem to finish anything. I fell asleep five separate times while trying to get some reading done tonight, and it feels like my nose is going to explode. Ugh. Holy freaking ugh.
Speaking of being lazy, I hadn't checked my ISU email account for nearly three years ago until this past weekend, and was suprised to open it up and see that the second message was from a girl that I had attended high school with, a girl that I rarely talked to, yet it was one of those "I'm having a period where I question past decisions" things. I'll explain it as such -- Apparently I had asked her out to the homecoming dance freshman year, which translates roughly to 1993 for those of you using the Judeo-Christian calendar. I received the email in March of 2000, but never actually saw it until October of 2002. So, we're talking a good nine years down the road here before I hear of it. It was nicely worded, basically stating that this girl had been sitting up late with some of her friends one night, and they were discussing things that they had regretted in life, and one of her big ones (apparently) was not saying "yes" to me! in 1993 for the Homecoming Dance. She, and I quote, "I really regret the decision that I made and I really believe that I missed an opportunity by not going", which isn't creepy, and isn't strange to me, which seems strange to me. I guess I would normally expect to be weirded out by something like this, but from what I remember of the girl -- quiet, attractive but not mind-blowingly hot, nice ***1***, athletic, sincere -- it doesn't come across as such. I'm kind of flattered, and kind of miffed because I don't think I would've ever expected anything like this from someone like her. But, there it sits in my mailbox.
Main lesson in the whole thing is this -- I didn't check that email account for nearly three years, and all that good will that I must've ended up building up over those formative years together back in the old hometown went kaputz by me not responding. She talked in the message about graduating in December of 2000, which means that her university account that she sent it from was inactive by the time I tried to reply just yesterday. Now, I'm kind of bummed out because I want to get ahold of her and let her know that, whether she meant to or not, she really made me feel good about myself. I mean, I've got this small theory about people, and it basically says that we're here for a short while, and while we're here we might as well try not to feel so alone, cause after all that's all we really are ... alone. And I must have made an impression on this girl, and she's gone and returned the favor, so now I just want to say "thanks" but am finding it a bit difficult.
Kripes.
***1*** and by "nice" I simply mean nice. She was nice. Nice to talk to when she talked, as she didn't talk that much. Nice to have classes with because she didn't get all pretentious about grades and whatnot. She was on my newspaper staff senior year and I remember I could always count on her to lend a helping hand. So, yeah.
On Being Too Lazy for My Own Good
I've got clothes in the dryer that are most likely dry. I've got two stacks of borrowed library books on top of bookshelf number 2 that need to be dug through for research purposes. I've got a story idea in my head about squirrels that will be a commentary on death, deception, and redemption. I've got a Chinese homework page nearly 95 percent complete, yet I cannot seem to finish anything. I fell asleep five separate times while trying to get some reading done tonight, and it feels like my nose is going to explode. Ugh. Holy freaking ugh.
Speaking of being lazy, I hadn't checked my ISU email account for nearly three years ago until this past weekend, and was suprised to open it up and see that the second message was from a girl that I had attended high school with, a girl that I rarely talked to, yet it was one of those "I'm having a period where I question past decisions" things. I'll explain it as such -- Apparently I had asked her out to the homecoming dance freshman year, which translates roughly to 1993 for those of you using the Judeo-Christian calendar. I received the email in March of 2000, but never actually saw it until October of 2002. So, we're talking a good nine years down the road here before I hear of it. It was nicely worded, basically stating that this girl had been sitting up late with some of her friends one night, and they were discussing things that they had regretted in life, and one of her big ones (apparently) was not saying "yes" to me! in 1993 for the Homecoming Dance. She, and I quote, "I really regret the decision that I made and I really believe that I missed an opportunity by not going", which isn't creepy, and isn't strange to me, which seems strange to me. I guess I would normally expect to be weirded out by something like this, but from what I remember of the girl -- quiet, attractive but not mind-blowingly hot, nice ***1***, athletic, sincere -- it doesn't come across as such. I'm kind of flattered, and kind of miffed because I don't think I would've ever expected anything like this from someone like her. But, there it sits in my mailbox.
Main lesson in the whole thing is this -- I didn't check that email account for nearly three years, and all that good will that I must've ended up building up over those formative years together back in the old hometown went kaputz by me not responding. She talked in the message about graduating in December of 2000, which means that her university account that she sent it from was inactive by the time I tried to reply just yesterday. Now, I'm kind of bummed out because I want to get ahold of her and let her know that, whether she meant to or not, she really made me feel good about myself. I mean, I've got this small theory about people, and it basically says that we're here for a short while, and while we're here we might as well try not to feel so alone, cause after all that's all we really are ... alone. And I must have made an impression on this girl, and she's gone and returned the favor, so now I just want to say "thanks" but am finding it a bit difficult.
Kripes.
***1*** and by "nice" I simply mean nice. She was nice. Nice to talk to when she talked, as she didn't talk that much. Nice to have classes with because she didn't get all pretentious about grades and whatnot. She was on my newspaper staff senior year and I remember I could always count on her to lend a helping hand. So, yeah.
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