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May 08, 2008 @ 9:04 pm
the days are fast. busy. every time I look up it’s the same time only 24 hrs later or 72 hrs later. the scooter parts came. who was at caribou. deloitte & touche. no readings this weekend. come on over. bring beer. live the life you’ve imagined. 24-year-olds were born in 1983. I’ve been corresponding with one. she’s a law student. it’s too young. I think. I’m just going to ask her if it’s too young. I don’t trust my judgment. it feels too young. it’s too young. I’m looking forward to the membership running out. have I said that. may 19. I’ve had no enthusiasm for it since january. hmm. that’s not true. once or twice since then I had enthusiasm. we don’t have youthful urgent discussions about our impending disruption of the art world. we’ve all sort of gone our separate ways. we may never see each other again. it’s about to turn 9. I had a late lunch and late dinner. dinner is still settling in. on the west coast it’s 6. in the Pacific it’s 2. we all know what’s coming. I might say a bit more later. or 10984. I mean 1984. Filed under: Uncategorized Comments:
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Younger than my sister! = too young. For anything. Practically embryonic. Can she even vote?
(DUHHHHHHHHH)
Plus a law student. I was one once. It was not good for me or for those around me (YMMV).
If it rains, we will surely bring beer.
Ryan, do you want a girlfriend or not?
Really. I can’t emphasize how exasperating this post is. Your poems are really, really good. But you are a total idiot.
oh. my. god. those are the funniest 3 comments I’ve ever read. whoa. holy. thanks for saying my poems are good.
yes, I do want one. actually there were recently three that I wanted to keep seeing, and that was just in the span of a couple months, december/january. unheard of. but in hindsight the first of the three was mainly appealing just because she was the first of the three. the 2nd of the three was really quite interesting and magnetic and such, but alas she wasn’t into me for whatever. I think it’s possible she may have thought I was in a hurry. imagine. and then the third one, we had a really good time but she was super duper fast and she decided I had rejected her even tho I hadn’t, and managed to get with someone in the 48 hours between when we went out and when I next contacted her, she said.
so really of the… 7, I think, that I’ve met, there’s been just the one who in hindsight seems good and plausible.
I appreciate a healthy show of anger.
Also, re the 7, the Eagles did that, my friend. 1973. And in Arizona too. Winslow though. Winslow.
i like how it only took four minutes for lorraine to post the fully fleshed-out implications of her original question.
you can check out any time you like but you can never leave… (edward hopper sed that i think)
I didn’t catch any anger. I don’t think exasperation is anger.
I like arizona.
It’s true, you don’t catch anger. Not that there was any here.
A word to the wise.
as for the recurring observations about my experiences with anger generally, I’m not sure what inclines you toward the belief that you know what you’re talking about.
but thanks for paying attention. I guess part of the fun of blogs is speaking with little basis.
my current reading of Lorraine’s comment is that she thinks I must unnecessarily complicate or thwart my romantic happenings. she thinks that being concerned with someone’s age is an example of that.
and/or she thinks that when I’m not enthused about any women that that is a partially elective thing, and that all things (I’m laughing) should flow from a willingness to finally commit to the idea of wanting or not wanting a girlfriend.
I think I tend to imagine that about 50% of my friends imagine it that way. I think the other 50% imagines it in some combination of other ways. about 15% of my friends think that my efforts are steadfast but there is some specific and fatal problem with my approach. if they could somehow observe me, they would know the specific problem when they saw it, and could administer a simple corrective. I’m laughing.
I imagine the other 35% imagines it in about 2-3 different ways but I’m not sure what those ways are. 9% of them think I’m actually not heterosexual. hmm. that leaves 26%. 13% thinks I just have horrible luck. 8% thinks I just “don’t know what I want” and if I only knew, I would notice the next time it was present. 3% thinks I must just be so wasted all the time that I keep forgetting to show up. 2% thinks I’m married. 1% thinks I’m a spy. 2% thinks I erroneously fancy myself a player. that percentage might be higher.
ok this is breaking down. silliness. but I do find these things interesting. and the above is probably a reasonably approximation of what I imagine people imagine. we’re all adults here. it’s all in good fun. thanks for reading this comment.
1% thinks I’m fine. more of the same and something will break, whenever. I’d say up to 30% of my friends think that.
I try to bait you about anger without real justification because I wonder what would happen if you really did say you were angry about something and I wonder if it would be good for you. Like for instance saying “You know, mainly women just piss me off” might feel really good to say. But who knows? On the whole it’s just a game and sometimes I’m seeing if I can make you angry. So far I haven’t quite succeeded.
no, it worked. I was getting angry about the anger-related observations. maybe angry is too strong a word. aggravated. and yes I thought maybe that was what you intended but I wasn’t sure. I thought maybe you were just a clueless person. no offense.
women in the aggregate don’t piss me off. women are very dissimilar from one another. they don’t always appreciate that, because they (I think) tend not to reveal themselves to one another as thoroughly as they (eventually) reveal themselves to men.
happy mother’s day. I’m going to Arnold, MD now.
Sorry, Ryan. My apologies for making you angry. But I’m glad to know it can happen.
oh that’s perfectly fine. mostly when I’m angry it’s at software or arnold. or entities.
or fambly. or people talking on their cell phones in cars or running stop signs in my neighborhood.