Thursday, August 10, 2006

Don't worry, I have everything under control

I was farting around on the internets yesterday and I got a message from a friend in the Peace Corps. She is stationed in Maurutania and has found out exactly what they mean when the Peace Corps describe a hardship post.
Shitting in a hole in the ground? Check.
Constant case of giardia? Check.
Eating whatever you can find? Check.
Cultural attitudes to your sex that you find morally repugnant? Check.
Climate that would make a Navy SEAL clench his butthole? Check.
Trash piles everywhere? Check.

Anyway, the conversation got me thinking about stuff. As usual, when I say stuff, I mean women. Basically, I suck at things that some people seem to want. I don't like comforting people when they feel bad. A person needs to feel bad in bad times so they can feel good in good times. I don't display emotions in a way that most people seem to understand or perhaps I display emotion in such a way as to declare myself unstable or immature. I haven't figured that out or if there is even a difference between the two. I definitely do not get all "I am in love!" on the second date. That is just plain crazy. The only people I have ever heard say that are people that have never been in love and confuse infatuation or even basic attraction with the other emoticon. This could not be a bigger kill on the incipient companionship incidence.

There is a fine line between Me Not Giving a Shit About Her Feelings and Her Being a Totally Needy Codependent. I have found (nothing new here) that with insecure people, you can get whatever you want, but she ends up calling you a lot and crying about it. This is more than a little lame. I haven't done this more than twice or so and I never started out that way, I just assume that other people feel a bit the same way I do about other people (again not exactly rocket science).

I don't even know where I am going with this or even the point. It's not like I have asked out anyone lately or even been asked out.


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4 comments:

teh l4m3 said...

CHUCK!!! Why don't you ever think about my feelings? *sob*sob*.

Kevin Wolf said...

I had a friend who did the Peace Corp thing in Mauritania. He actually did okay. Other than the episode of serious illness that caused them to fly him home for a while.

Anonymous said...

funny. i thought i did ask you out.

almostinfamous said...

the peace corps basically exists to rub salt in the wounds inflicted by other, more poisonous arms of the state department and the US Government in general.

bajwptug: am i the only one that does this anymore?