Monday, January 05, 2004
It feels awkward being back in Halifax.
A lot of social interactions are like the library fees I still owed from the last time I lived here.
I thought I had gotten away with certain indiscretions, only to find out I owe big.
It's fairly trying prefacing every conversation with the mental question, "Am I still friends with this person?" What's worse though, is prefacing my conversations with the question "Does this person even find me remotely interesting?"
It's not like I just chatted on MSN and wrote on diaryland every day for the last 2 and a half years, I'm sure I've done something interesting...
"I got up, took a shower, and I ate a goat."
"The key to any great story is embellishment"
A lot of social interactions are like the library fees I still owed from the last time I lived here.
I thought I had gotten away with certain indiscretions, only to find out I owe big.
It's fairly trying prefacing every conversation with the mental question, "Am I still friends with this person?" What's worse though, is prefacing my conversations with the question "Does this person even find me remotely interesting?"
It's not like I just chatted on MSN and wrote on diaryland every day for the last 2 and a half years, I'm sure I've done something interesting...
"I got up, took a shower, and I ate a goat."
"The key to any great story is embellishment"
# posted by Die Brucke @ 2:12 PM 
