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Name: Chris Location: California, United States Birthday: 12/18/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: Playing video games, running cross country and track (but mostly cross country), reading novels with smart protagonists or comic strips and humor writing, playing board games including Scrabble, Risk, and Cranium Expertise: French, math, and chemistry primarily, English and history secondarily. Memorizing stuff including 250 digits of pi, the 50 states in alphabetical order, and the 43 presidents in chronological order.
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| So, I made a big report on what I think the best investments are for American Idol on Intrade. Because I have no life.
My personal rankings: 1. Jessica Sanchez 2. Joshua Ledet 3. Deandre Brackensick 4. Colton Dixon 5. Elise Testone 6. Skylar Laine 7. Heejun Han 8. Hollie Cavanagh 9. Jermaine Jones 10. Phillip Phillips 11. Erika Van Pelt 12. Shannon Magrane
My predictions: 1. Jessica Sanchez 2. Colton Dixon 3. Joshua Ledet 4. Phillip Phillips 5. Skylar Laine 6. Heejun Han 7. Deandre Brackensick 8. Hollie Cavanagh 9. Elise Testone 10. Shannon Magrane 11. Jermaine Jones 12. Erika Van Pelt
Intrade Predictions: 1. Jessica Sanchez 2. Phillip Phillips 3. Skylar Laine 4. Hollie Cavanagh 5. Colton Dixon 6. Joshua Ledet 7. DeAndre Brackensick 8. Elise Testone 9. Erika Van Pelt 10. Heejun Han 11. Shannon Magrane 12. Jermaine Jones
Best Investments:
Joshua Ledet - Since Josh was in the bottom 3 last week, his stock price continues to plummet, and by the time the next episode airs there will probably be people willing to sell his shares as low as 4%. Nobody has bought a single share of Ledet since the last show. But none of that changes anything. America almost never gets things completely wrong, at least not with the guys, so Joshua will have to make top 6 at least, especially if the judges have any more saves this year. No, he doesn't have the right personality to win the whole thing, and maybe the market will continue to reflect that fact even as he makes it through round after round, but if he makes the top 6 and his shares haven't budged from 5%, I'll be shocked. I think there's an excellent chance that anyone investing in Joshua will double their money easily as long as they get out at the right time.
Jessica Sanchez - Yes, her shares, at 30%, are incredibly expensive at this stage in the competition, but if you have enough money to invest, this is still one of the safest buys. Jessica's fan base is enormous. Her YouTube videos have more views than those of all of the other contestants COMBINED. So I don't think 30% is overstated at all. It will be the biggest shocker in American Idol history if Jessica is eliminated before round 4, and by that time her shares will get so inflated that anyone who invested early will make a healthy profit. Or, you can just hold on to the shares all the way into the final round. Jessica does have the best chance at winning the whole thing--she's young, she's likable to everyone, she picks the right songs, she's not boring. Her only disadvantage is that she is a girl, and she is not white, but after four years of white guys even American voters ought to be ready for a change. I don't see any way she could lose momentum, and her prices will not stop rising.
Heejun Han - All right, so Heejun has no chance whatsoever of winning the whole thing either, and that's probably why he's being sold at 2.6% despite not having been in danger of elimination yet. But I think if VFTW gets behind him mid-season he has an excellent chance of getting much farther into the competition than people expect, and just like with Joshua, it's eventually going to make people at least a little nervous. As long as he keeps America laughing, he's going to stick around a while longer.
Colton Dixon - I've placed Colton almost unrealistically high on my prediction list, and it's perhaps more probable that his position and Phillip's will be reversed. But because of Idol's teenage girl voters, Colton's smoldering camera looks and emo voice, as well as the fact that he had a very solid performance last week, make me think that he can make it very, very far. Here's what I think could happen: Phillip will imperceptibly lose momentum as the competition wears on and he continues to scream his way through every song. Then Colton and Phillip will evenly split the WGWG vote in the top 4 or 5, and Phillip will lose in a major upset. I think enough people hate Colton's image that he is unlikely to win the whole thing, but a lot can happen between now and late season, and at 7.5% or so his shares are ripe for the picking.
Fair Investments:
DeAndre Brackensick - DeAndre is still around 3%, probably because people are still nervous about the fact that he was one of the judges' saves. But in his performance last week, he finally got to show off what he's best at, and I think he garnered enough fans to last him well into mid-season. A mediocre first performance is not going to affect him if he keeps his momentum going from this week, so he should be one to watch out for in the coming weeks. Also, DeAndre is a good-looking guy, and you should never underestimate the teen girl vote.
Skylar Laine - Skylar is being sold around 13%, and that's mostly well-deserved--she's white, 16, and has a really strong country voice, so it's a safe bet that she'll make it into the later stages. But girls have done unexpectedly poorly on Idol before, and I don't think she can get enough fans to match Jessica, so once she gets into the top 6 or so it's anyone's guess as to how far she'll make it. Her price will rise a little by then, but not enough to really justify investing at such a high price so early.
Phillip Phillips - His shares are around 25%, which is okay. As a standard WGWG frontrunner, he is more or less guaranteed to make top 4 or 5, and his prices will probably rise a bit by then. But even though he fits the mold of the last few winners, I don't think he'll go on to win the whole thing. Why? This may be wishful thinking, but like I said before, America almost never gets it completely wrong. I've never seen anyone that I didn't like win the competition. And I do not like Phillip Phillips. His performance last week was the most famous Stevie Wonder song of the night, which he sang in his WGWG scream with his pimped-out guitar and his pimped out band beside him, in the pimp slot (last to perform). The whole thing just annoyed the crap out of me. David Cook was my favorite in Season 7, and I liked Kris Allen and Lee DeWyze, so I take this as a sign that Phillip cannot possibly keep up his momentum forever. America needs an excuse this year not to vote for a white guy for the fifth time in a row, and Phillip needs to REALLY impress me to not be that excuse.
Jermaine Jones - He has a cool voice, but he is definitely the next guy the voters will kick off the show. That said, his shares are at 0.8%, so you don't exactly have a lot to lose by investing in him.
Bad Investments:
Elise Testone - I like Elise a lot, but the fact that she picked Greatest Love of All last week (before Jimmy and Mary correctly told her to switch) says a lot about how well she's likely to do. The oldest girl who's won American Idol so far was Carrie Underwood when she was 21. Elise is 28, and she can't hit the power notes the way other girls in the competition can. Her one advantage should have been that she was old enough and mature enough to know what kind of singer she is, and her song pick last week shot that to hell. It's reminiscent of when Mr. Carroll, my high school English teacher, in the same prophetic tone he used to predict that Harry was the last Horcrux, proclaimed that Katharine McPhee "does not know who she is." Katharine took second place to Taylor Hicks the following week. If Elise uses her strengths and her uniqueness, she may go a bit further, but she'll have to change the way she picks her songs to make that happen.
Erika Van Pelt - What is there to say... she's already been saved by the judges, she was in the bottom three last week, she has a deep voice, she's 26, she's slightly chunky. If she had some way of distinguishing herself from the other female singers in the competition, she might have something to work with, but for now she is everything Americans don't want in an Idol. Even at 3% this is a bad buy.
Hollie Cavanagh - American Idol's girls are commonly eliminated in the first few rounds even when they don't deserve it. I think Hollie, currently at 12%, will be the first strong competitor to be eliminated--Skylar and Jessica will have a much more solidified fan base, and faced with the option of kicking her out or kicking out one of the guys, America will turn on her pretty fast. 12% is too high and is unsustainable, and she won't climb more than a couple of percentage points before she goes.
Shannon Magrane - Again, last week changes nothing. Shannon proved last week that she is the worst singer still currently in the competition, and she doesn't have the chops to bounce back from it. She has no chance of making it more than three rounds further into the competition, even with VFTW's help, and even with how young and attractive she is.
General Things to Keep in Mind:
--In general, don't invest in girls unless they're the frontrunners. The way the judges have been talking makes it seem like the girls are ahead in general, which is probably why there are several girls with high prices. But that's all just lip service. Girls tend to be eliminated more in the early stages of the competition, and the top 7 on American Idol almost always consists of a majority of guys. Girls have a distinct disadvantage on American Idol every year, and even the judges are going to have a tough time changing that.
--The judges will have more influence this year. Allowing the judges to make the final decision on who went home last week sets the tone for the rest of the season. The producers and judges are probably pissed about Pia last year, and they will do everything in their power to make sure their favorite picks stick around to the end. | | |
| The possibility of hitting 50,000 words by the end of the month is now little more than a pipe dream. Anyone who's talked to me over the last month knows I've been trying (though, admittedly, that isn't really very many people). I just can't seem to force myself to write at that kind of pace, even under the most conducive of conditions. Many of my friends have been telling me that 50,000 words in 30 days is a stupid goal in the first place. It's extremely inflexible, and a novel written in three months will be much better than a novel written in one. I might as well forget about the deadline, since all it brings me is needless stress. No one wants to put everything on the line. It's why people put their eggs in different baskets. It's why people always save something for the swim back. It's why more people than ever before are saying that marriage is obsolete. It's why, when asked the OkCupid match question, "What would your ideal partner do if you were up against an impossible challenge?", most people say they'd prefer that their partner "stand back, but comfort you if you fail" rather than "push you hard to succeed." It's why a guy on OkCupid will send messages to dozens of girls each month, and if the girl who messages him back happens to be his second or third or twentieth choice, that's fine with him--it's not like he was keeping count anyway. It's why the pick-up artist community lingo includes the word "one-itis," the "disease" of falling so hard for a girl that you focus on her to the exclusion of every other girl. It's why, as a cure for one-itis, the pick-up artist community prescribes FTOW--fucking ten other women. It's probably why polyamory seems to be rising in popularity. And it's why a guy can breeze through grade school, graduate from UC Berkeley with a 3.7, have several successful relationships, get a decent-paying job that he loves straight out of college in a bad economy, and still have some areas of his life in which he's deeply unsatisfied. I've been taught my whole life how to minimize risk. I have subconsciously developed some pretty elaborate strategies to avoid venturing too far outside of my comfort zone. Then I started writing a novel, and the level of introspection it forced upon me brought my passivity back into full focus. I've examined with painful scrutiny all the times in my life that I've chosen the path of least resistance. I've accomplished a lot, and I'm proud of what I've accomplished, but with very little exception, everything that I've done has come easy for me. The moment a certain path becomes inconvenient or beyond my reach, I create rationalizations for why I should just forget about it. I tell myself it probably wasn't meant to be anyway, and that there are plenty of other pursuits in which I'll have far greater success. The few times in my life that I've challenged myself to go for what I REALLY want, I haven't had the guts to follow through with it. I'm going to keep trying to finish this novel, if for no other reason than to say I stuck it out to the very end. Once I fail, I'll probably go back to life as usual. I'll tell myself that finishing the novel wasn't really the important thing anyway. Maybe I'll be right. But I hope I never forget what it means to put everything on the line. | | |
| "I usually talk to myself. on a lot of occasions. when I walk down the street, and people look at me funny, I usually just wink at them and they go away."
Changed my Facebook today to remove the things Jen added using my password, which I gave her. I'm not going to bother changing it. She won't mess with my profile. She won't want to have anything to do with me anymore. She's going to end up dropping the ESPM class. She doesn't know it yet, but I know it. She'd never admit it, but I know her much, much better than she does. She has a pretty terrible understanding of herself, actually.
It's Friday night. My parents came to visit for dinner and brought stuff from Costco. My dad kept saying all night how I looked really skinny and was losing all the muscle I put on over the summer. He even used the word "gaunt" at one point. I couldn't help but laugh. There's insanity everywhere you look. If I had a scale, I guarantee you I'd still be at least 145. My weight just doesn't fluctuate like he seems to think it does.
Now it's just me and Andrew. Andy's out with anime club people again tonight, as he is most every night. With no girlfriend and no Monday night rehearsal, I am now able to make both anime club showings and game nights, but my days have been pretty packed with school and other stresses. I don't know if I'll start going even when things cool down. I don't think it would be quite the same anymore.
Andrea just wrote a Facebook note about a "you choose the story" type game involving zombies. So it sounds like not a whole lot has changed there. Andy said she got a boyfriend, I guess sometime toward the end of last year, but I don't think she still does. Should give her a call sometime, but probably won't.
Should definitely give David a call sometime soon.
I've managed to do pretty well in staving off the depression by keeping very busy all the time, but we'll see how this weekend goes. It's still only been a week, but it feels like a lot longer.
Still trying to get my computer back from her. Feel like I shouldn't get mad because she did get mugged on Monday. Three guys, two with guns, one with a knife. That'd be pretty damn scary. She said she was at Indian Rock with only one other person. I couldn't help but thinking that the other person had to have been some guy. Nobody would randomly go to Indian Rock with one other friend. That would make no sense at all. If so, she must feel pretty wretched. Like God was telling her how horrible a person she was.
I almost hope that's what happened. Then it means she got what she deserved. But I don't hope that's what happened. Actually, I can't stand to think that's what happened.
I do feel really bad for her... breaking up is bad enough, but she's had to deal with sickness, car breaking down, getting mugged, and her grandpa going to the hospital all in the span of about a week. And now her academic life is suffering too. I know I'm not responsible for any of it, but I can't help but feel bad about it.
At the same time, though, my parents are right. There's really no excuse for not giving me back my computer for such a long time. I only doled out over a thousand dollars for it, after all. Also no excuse for saying she would come to class--twice--and not showing up either time. And never borrowing a friend's phone to call me. And leaving me hanging during our IM conversation today. I told her I was free at 6:00 and asked if we could meet up then, and she said "hm", didn't respond for a while, and then went offline. She never did care about her commitments, or consider how she would inconvenience people. I had a bag full of her clothes to give her too, and I had to carry it around all day twice because she just doesn't keep her commitments. I never did understand people like that. She shouldn't even bother making the commitments in the first place.
There's no doubt in my mind that it was right, and furthermore that it would have been right for it to have happened much sooner than it did. Like I've told my parents, I'm just weak. I really could have deluded myself into thinking Jen was the one. I could have eventually married her even. Love's such a stupid thing. I've said that a lot lately too. Life would be so much easier if we would just fall for the people we're compatible with, but I guess it never works that way. I'm always going to love girls who aren't right for me at all.
It still wrenches my insides to say it. That she's not right for me, that she never was. I can't stand to face that fact, but a fact it is.
It makes me not know what else to say. If you aren't right for each other, then that's that. Nothing else to say. But there's so much more to say. There's so much more that I should have said. I hate that almost all I have are IM conversations. I want so desperately to remember the good times, and yet I can't go on living my life if I remember too well how good they were. It's probably better that I didn't document this relationship, just like the other ones. But I can't stand having nothing but my own patchy memory to think about her.
I still wonder if it could have worked out, and I'm sure I always will. Even though I know for a fact she was wrong for me, I still wonder if it could have worked out. A lot of my feelings these days don't make sense.
Christie came to the Clark Kerr reunion party Andrew had at our apartment a week ago. She was still the same girl that I had been attracted to before. She was still attractive to me now. But I found that I could look at her and feel nothing of what I used to, good or bad. It was as if the whole relationship had happened to someone else, some third party that I knew very well and identified with more than any other person on earth, but still another person. She was still the same girl, and I remembered things we did together, but we no longer had a history. That was long gone.
Most would say that it's healthy, that it's proof that I've completely gotten past her. I'm sure it's true. But it occurred to me that someday, years from now, I'm going to meet up with Jen again, and she will look to me as Christie looked to me last week. I'll look at her, and no feelings will surge back, good or bad. And I'll remember her face to every last detail, and I'll remember everything we did together, but as for what it was like to love her--that will be... gone forever, far away. Like imagining what it's like to be a bat. Impossible to imagine what it was like to be me all those years ago, and have those experiences.
I'm sure it will be a fine day for me, when it comes. Maybe I'll be with somebody else, maybe somebody I'll be spending the rest of my life with. Maybe she will too. Perhaps, when we meet that day, everything in our lives will have worked out perfectly, for both of us.
But it's when that day comes into my mind, it's when I stop and really think about that day, that it's hardest of all for me. Even now, I can't talk or think about this anymore, or I'll be in tears for hours. There's nothing I can't stand more in this whole goddamn planet than the thought that I might forget just what it was like to love Jen.
It makes me want to never leave this room again, so that this experience won't be crowded out by newer ones. I could go on being the exact same person I am today for the rest of my life, completely unaltered by experience. Every day I live she gets further away from me, and it makes me want to shut out everything else and think of nothing but her for as long as I live.
I won't, though. I'll keep living exactly as I have been, just like I always do, because that's what has to happen. You can't really stop the flow of time, even if you try. I've resigned myself to the fact that everything has to move forward; nothing ever goes back.
I just wish there was some way. Some way to bring it all back to the way it was at the beginning.
I'm tearing up. I have to end this entry now. | | |
| Hey, it's me again...
As I told Jen (and I'll go ahead and post the conversation again), I've been feeling like a slug today. I guess it started yesterday when I spent kind of a long time playing Texas Hold 'Em on Facebook late at night after everyone else had gone to bed. I get so damn addicted to that stuff... I still remember that day I spent practically the entire time playing Minesweeper. I seriously must have played more than five hours... and I didn't even get a new record. Not surprising considering my eyes were glazed over before half that was done.
I miss Jen so much... now I just feel like I'm back to holing up in the house all day. I did get to hang out with Leipzig I suppose... it just all seems a blur. I've really gotta stick to this writing things down thing.
The sad thing is, I still feel like going on Facebook again and playing poker. I've convinced myself that it's good to learn to be good at poker, though I'm not really sure how much skill you can actually gain if you're not playing with real money. I guess I have learned a few things... what to do if there's only a few people versus a full table. At the full table, nobody's gonna care about your bluff, because the simple odds say that someone else actually has the hand that you're professing to have with your bluff. And bluffing just doesn't happen that often, either. If somebody bets huge money, it's because they've got a huge hand. Almost invariably. And you can prevent losing a lot of money by remembering that.
I was ahead for a long time... I started with 1700 and went up to almost 3000, hovered around there for a while, and then started to plummet. I was kind of just tired. By the end of it I just said "Screw it" and called on two pairs to a 1000 dollar bet, which of course I lost. I knew I was going to, but I always hate folding when there's no one else still in, because you never know what the guy actually had. I guess that's something I wouldn't do in real life. Or would I? Once again, it's hard to tell if I'm actually not good at poker or if I'm just being retarded because it's not my money. Should I host small stakes poker tournaments at my apartment next year? That would be a new experience.
It's pretty much stream of consciousness now, which is the way I like it of course. It makes me feel so much more accomplished to have written down so many of my thoughts, no matter how unimportant they are.
It would be a lot better to actually write a note of substance, of course. Unfortunately, I'm rather uninspired at the moment. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this job. I'm so glad I got it. At least I'm doing something the entire week, even if it is just sitting at a computer. I'm earning serious money here. I can buy so much with it. A bike, more presents for Jen, even a Vespa if they're really under 1000 as Jen says. Still not so sure that I want to blow half my summer earnings on something like that, but just the fact that I can is pretty cool.
Am I becoming greedy? It really is nice to not have to worry so much about spending all my parents' money. What I should really do is save most of it, since I'll be spending throughout the year on eating out and stuff. Anyway, I can't really think of much else I want to buy besides what I've already listed, so I must not be that greedy. Except a new computer. That would sure be nice. Even Facebook and Xanga are moving pretty slow since I have Sibelius open.
Jen's still not calling me! I wanna talk to her so bad... and I really want to read the Bible with her. Talk about accomplishing something. That's the biggest accomplishment I need to accomplish really. That and music arranging, and my story with Damon. Those are the big three right now. I need to read that Bible because as far as I'm concerned, I don't need to accomplish anything more with Jen, except this. What I mean by that is, I've taken her home, she's spent a lot of time with my family, Angelica thinks she's really cool, I can spend limitless amounts of time with her without feeling shut in or anything... I pretty much know everything I need to. I'm practically ready to marry her. Not that we don't have problems, but our relationship really is in another class compared to so many others I've seen.
But there's still this glaring problem: we managed to completely ignore anything concerning God in the week and a half she was here, which is a big concern. It was a lot of fun having her here, and it did progress our relationship in a lot of ways, but with Christianity being such a big part of her life, I really need to put all of my energy into this. Before she leaves. Because she'll let me go on not investing any of my time in this, and investing all of my time in her, and it will be wonderful, but then before you know it, she'll have to leave Berkeley. And what then? We'll still be in the same place we are now, and she won't know if she should keep anything going when I still haven't made any effort to experience what she does. It's kind of sad that she'll let me go on like this, hanging out with her and never reading the Bible with her. Doesn't she realize that this is what will happen? Doesn't she want to encourage me more by reading with me, or is she just frustrated with the whole thing and doesn't want to have to deal with it? I guess she's just being like a Christian--expecting miracles to happen. She wants me to just wake up and be able to see God like she does. Without any effort or encouragement on her part.
I just don't know. It's like, she spent a week and a half here, having sex every night, and basically completely cut off from God, except for the one night she suggested we pray before our meal. That was such a huge relief I can't begin to tell you. But it's not really enough. It's just weird, that she can spend so much time here doing "worldly" things, and seem so happy. It's like she doesn't really need God at all until she's exposed to people who do, and then she's reminded of how much she does. But it shouldn't be like that, right? If there's really this pervasive life within you that you feel all the time, how can you ignore it for so long?
Jen always says how she's a bad example for me. Maybe she's right. But not because she sins and has sex with me and all that, which seems like it's usually the reason why she considers herself a bad example. That shouldn't make her any worse of an example, because sinning doesn't really make you worse of a Christian, if your faith is strong. She ought to know that. But it's not a matter of sin--she's a bad example because this Christian thing seems to be a component separate from who she is. The thing is, when nobody's around to expect her to care about God, she seems to stop caring. How am I supposed to believe in this life when it seems to have so little power over her? How am I supposed to want to believe when half the time she doesn't even seem like she wants me to believe?
Maybe I'm just being too harsh. I mean, she's certainly a hell of a lot more of a Christian than Christie ever was. I do think that she believes--there's no question that she believes so strongly. But believing and feeling aren't the same. I think all of her involvement in the church life is based on her belief, her staunch conviction, and not on the life she actually feels in her heart. It just seems like her belief is so strong that she is able to believe she has a feeling that she just doesn't have.
I'm just babbling now. Maybe this stream of consciousness thing isn't so great after all. I do feel accomplished somehow, but I'm not so sure I should.
I've suggested this Bible reading thing so many times, and it just hasn't happened. I've read the Bible with Jen a total of one time. But she's calling right now! | | |
| I remember the night when she made her first big revelation to us. Her best friend and the guy she was interested in. Arguably the most classic of betrayals imaginable; a devastating one-two punch. And to add insult to injury, they neglected to speak a word of it to her for several days thereafter. It sounded like an awful thing to do a person, and an awful thing for a person to have to go through. And it was.
And yet when I took a look at the all-revealing conversation between the two offenders, I noticed something. They were lost. They knew full well the extent of their actions, and they wanted to tell her, they truly did. But they just didn’t know how. They were at a loss for what they should do next. What they could do next.
It wasn’t long before he spoke my thoughts aloud. This was a crime of passion in the most literal sense of the term possible, and grievous as it was indeed, it was not unforgivable. Especially for a friendship unlike any other she’d ever had.
But if forgiveness had ever been on the table, it was certainly no longer there now. It was too late for any reconciliation; she had not the slightest desire to ever have any contact with her friend again. She was practically dead to her.
We left that night feeling as if we’d just finished reading a great tragedy, but without any of the catharsis that is supposed to emerge out of the gratefulness that we and all that we care about are not destined for such a fate. After an appropriate silence, he asked me if I understood now. I inescapably did. And that was the point, perhaps two weeks after I met her, that I knew I could never be in a relationship with her.
Not that I had ever been in a relationship with anyone at that point, but I knew enough. I needed to trust her for that. And that was something I could never do completely. Because eventually, I knew, inevitably, something would happen, something that I wouldn’t know how to correct.
And though I never went back on my own advice, this is the situation that looms before me now. There’s nothing I can do to change what I said. All I can really do is make an apology, which seems hopelessly inadequate—but it is the best I can do. I am sorry. There can be no excuse for what I did, but I do owe it to you to tell you what happened. Do not take it as a defense, but merely an explanation.
I had just finished watching a movie that morning and I was logging on to MSN when Mike called me to see if I wanted to go to the skating rink with him and several others who were already on their way to Tony’s, where we would meet. I told him I had a TV premiere thing to go to that night in the area of the rink, and it looked like I would have to go straight there from wherever we would have dinner—there would be no time to come back. So I said I’d go, then sent you a message, but you weren’t responding. Meanwhile, I was rushing to get everything ready to go, and Mike kept calling me literally every four or five minutes to discreetly let me know that I was holding everyone up and that we have to leave NOW…and I was faced with a choice. I could either tell them to just go without me so I could stay home and wait around just to tell you I have no idea how to answer these questions (and really, I thought you knew me well enough to know that just because I am “smart” doesn’t mean I understand even the slightest thing about computers or technology in general, and as far as I could translate you and Andy were speaking gibberish for half an hour the previous night), or I could just tell you that I had to go and leave it at that. Of course, I didn’t feel like you’d see it that way—I figured no matter what I said, I’d be screwed. That, in combination with Mike breathing down my neck, brought me to a point of frustration, and what I said to you came out of that frustration. I simply felt out of options.
And again, I am not making excuses, because there is no possible excuse, but I have to tell you that I feel this way with you an awful lot. It seems like you resent me for trying to be upbeat when I talk to you, to the point where I wonder if I’m supposed to be cold to you instead, but I know perfectly well I’d be wrong there too—this instance proved that once and for all. And now, I read through these posts (and on that note, I think it’s very unfair and, yes, hurtful to me for you to say I don’t “give a shit” anymore), and god, what am I supposed to say to all this? I don’t even know if you want to rip my guts straight out of my stomach or what, and that’s fucking scary to me. Not because I feel like you’ll actually do it, but because I feel like after what I did, you might never want anything to do with me ever again.
And maybe you would be justified in that. But you can justify an awful lot of things (case in point: I “justified” my own actions two paragraphs ago), and it doesn’t mean anything, because a justification is no excuse.
Whatever happens, I will always consider you a friend, no matter what. That’s what a friend is to me. And yes, you can take that one as a promise. | | |
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