Thursday, March 31, 2011
Just, no
I need to write this down because I don't have anyone here at this school to talk to. I'll just start writing. There's this person in my class who keeps asking me to go get lunch with them afterwards. I continually tell them that I can't because "I have shit to do." This person is now under the impression that I am extremely studious and do nothing but homework. It isn't that I don't like this person, I mean I kind of don't. But. I'd rather spend time by myself because most of these fucking people don't interest me at all. I've stopped caring about being rude to the point that she was asking me all the way from class to the cafeteria if I would eat with her. We got to the lady who scans our ids and after the girl got hers scanned, she looked at me as I was about to get mine scanned and said don't do it don't do it, but I told the lady I wanted a to-go box. I knew that If I went to lunch then other people they knew would show up, and I wouldn't know them or like them and I would just sit there in silence when I could be in my room attempting to stimulate my mind. Back to the not having anyone to talk to business. It is pretty unfortunate. With the lack of communication and the massive amounts of being busy, and major difference these circumstances are from what I'm used to, I feel like I'm living outside of reality. No one here really knows me at all. No one here knows my real opinion on things because there is no need in sharing such information. Often times people will say things that I will very much disagree with but I'll just say yeah and we'll move on because they'll either get all pissed off or tell people about what I think because that's what everyone here does. Everyone is trying to get into everyone else's business. Fortunately I completely stay out of it. I keep hearing that there is a whole lot of drama going on, apparently so extreme in some cases that people want to leave the school. I have no idea about any of it and tell people not to tell me, because I don't want to know. More often than not it is some stupid bullshit that no one should be upset about. I generally feel like I'm the only person with any common fucking sense and deep appreciation for rationality. I'll give you an example of some stupid shit: I'm currently in a show wherein there are three one act plays performed. My show goes last. During one of the tech rehearsals by the time they were ready for our show to go up, all of the other actors in the other performances left already and we had been there since the beginning. Our director became surprisingly upset to the point where she was yelling that she was going to go home and drink heavily and she started crying, it was all very amusing. She was telling the crew that it was unacceptable and her cast was pissed that everyone else left and we had to stay. First of all, our cast wasn't pissed. She asked us, and as per usual, I didn't say anything. I didn't care at all. It didn't even cross my mind until she furiously brought it up. From my perspective it would be rude to make them stay. There wasn't any reason for them to. We went last so we have to wait, that's how the fuck it goes. Accept it, don't get mad. It would be ludicrous for us to have expected them to stay. Also, people who feel the need to share personal information with you without any questions that would warrent such behavior, are just obnoxious. Yes, I realize that you are doing my makeup and neither of us are saying anything, and yes I realize that we got drunk together with your roommate and her friends the other night, but do you realize that I'm not responding to anything you're saying because I want you to stop talking and did you realize that I spent way more time hanging out with your friends at your party than you, because you annoy the shit out of me? I have to use the restroom and then go to work and then study and then perform my show and then study some more and then pass out from being sleep deprived. I need to get laid. Goodbye.
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