Weird things have been happening.
Weird social conundrums.
Allow me to weave my tale of wonders.
(see how weird this is already?)
It started last week: I suddenly wasn't afraid of public speaking anymore. In fact, I VOLUNTEERED to both promote the Accounting Association at a meeting and answer stupid questions into a microphone at RUF.
In front of people.
Speaking.
Me.
DO YOU REALIZE HOW REVOLUTIONARY THIS IS!?!??!
Of course, now, watch- I'll break down next time this happens, but it's nice to have some good experiences in my pocket.
Pockets.
Jim Gaffigan: Hot pockets!
ANYWAY...
Then on Monday people just came up and talked to me. All day long. 3 examples. Let's go:
1. Management- You know when you go into a class, you pick your "spot" the first day or so, and that's where you sit for the rest of the semester. This choice is dependent on closeness to the board, far-away-enough-ness from the professor, temperature & air drafts, window space (if applicable) and maintaining a distance from others but staying close enough to pass the attendance sheet.
You all know what I'm talking about, ye Sheldon Coopers. You have your seat.
And it is YOUR seat from 8 to 8:50. I'm digressing.
So there I am in my spot, and this guy who has been sitting in HIS spot all semester (going on 6 weeks now) turns around and asks me what he has missed the last two days. And I'm like, dude- it's management. It's just the power points. So we start talking a little bit and then he's like, "I'm Jim, by the way," and social protocol made me introduce myself, and then he asked what book I'd been reading (because I usually read before class) which was just weird that he'd noticed that, and then we talked about that and movies and teachers and class and everything and now we're friends. So that's Jim.
2. Then in stats, we were doing transportation, shipment and assignment problems with Excel. Class was over and I was trolling around like I do, and this guy just comes up and asks me if I can help him. He had already asked the teacher who had been surprisingly unhelpful to him, so I helped him out. Turns out his target cell was in the cost table. Blargh. But yeah- in a room full of people, do I just look like someone who could help you? What do I DO to make these things happen?
3. Then in Wal-Mart, Cleve and I were shopping, and we pick the shortest line for checkout, which is always for some reason the tobacco and shady-items lane. Conveniently, Cleve has forotten something in the back of the store, so he runs away to go get it. Now there were these two guys in front of me in REALLY dirty clothes- like car-garage clothes- and I start putting my stuff on the conveyer belt- oranges, grapefruit, carrots... and they start making these COMMENTS about what I'm buying, which is REALLY IRRITATING. And then the old one with really bad teeth looks at me and says, "Do you go to college?"
Me: "Yes."
Guy with rotting teeth: "What do you take there?"
Me: "Classes."
Guy with teeth that look like burned marshmallows: "I know that, but about what?"
Me: "Accounting."
Guy who must equate tooth-brushing with the evil forces of Satan: "Aaah."
Then he finally stopped the awkward interview! It was a relief.
And then Cleve returned, conveniently (sarcasm), as they were leaving.
Wal-Mart. *sigh*
So that is the extent of my strange social encounters. Apparently, I'm an approachable person.
Maybe it's the weather.
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T.T.
1. I had a friend named Jim, once.
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3. They were probably from the old part of Statesboro. Never get lost there, by the way. It's a very scary place.
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Appending stuff ^^,
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