News from the Home Front
"Three kinds of friends are beneficial, and three are harmful. When friends are honest, sincere, or knowledgeable, they are beneficial. When friends are pretentious, fawning, or opportunistic, they are harmful."--Confucius
Well, it is the beginning of the second week of school, here at the beautiful University of Cincinnati. The cold winter wind's whips at your cap while the cold wind of your professors' voice whips at your ear. It is a cold and lonesome time on the mighty Ohio River. That is why I count on my friends to get me through this time of year. Call it the "winter blahs" or whatever, it is a hard time.
Comings and goings
I have found that the first few weeks of the quarter serve as an adjustment period. Reacquainting yourself with those you haven't seen for three-, six-, or even nine-months. It is an exciting and frustrating time. Exciting because you get to see all of the people you had missed while you were on different coasts. There is celebration, and the buying of shots and other alcoholic items. Toasts are made, and stories told. This time is also frustrating because you are never sure you and your friends are still friends when you reunite. Some people grow during their time away, while others don't. It is a natural, and somewhat normal, function of cooperative education.
New beginnings
Then there are the new people you meet. Every quarter I learn and befriend countless people. Mostly it is a great experience. Some new friends take awhile until you can cut loose. Some people you never get close to. Other times you meet people that you just click with. One of my roommates falls into the last category. I have only known her for about 9 days, at the most. But it feels like we have known each other for years.
Let me describe her to you. She is 5'9", athletic and has some of the most striking features that I have ever seen. She is funny, out going and generally fun to be around. We hit it off right away. It was like we were old friends and we just reunited from a quarter of co-op.
Yeah, we talked about going out, but that probably wouldn't be the best idea. This was a fun conversation. I wish I had it on tape to analyze and replay because what was said to me. Since she told me that "Randy, you rock my world, you really do. But you are too good of a guy. I would just push you away."
She continued,
"I date ass hole football players, not nice guys. The only nice guys I have dated, I have dumped for no reason. In some cases, I think like a guy. I want to be able to walk away from a situation any time I want to. Like in my last relationship when I dated an ass hole who 'dealed' and I could just spend nights at his place."
OK, I have no idea what the fuck that means. Let us break that down.
"Randy, you rock my world..."
All right, the first part sounds very good, let us continue.
"...you really do,"
Still all right, nothing abnormal there. I always rock people's world [not].
"...but..."
Warning!!!
"...you are too good of a guy."
OK, cut! What is up with that... come on! Just say you don't want to go out with me, or that you are not ready. What is the definition of a male human who is, "too good of a guy."? Oh, you like guys who deal drugs and hit you. Cool, well I am the fuck out of here. Wow, can I really pick them.
Talk to you later. Like after counseling.
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This is the permanent home of News from the Home Front. I wrote this post at 12:00 on January 7, 2001. This post is part of grubbykid.com, a weblog. If you liked this entry, why don't you read some other posts such as We're going to party like it's 2000... or Return to normalcy? Or you could go to the site archives or return home. All are good choices.
