forwhy

There's a guy I work with that's probably the closest I have to a friend around here (outside of my roommate, of course).
Even though he works a different shift and we hardly see each other, I probably speak to him the most out of all my other co-workers.
And what's even more interesting is that I find myself trying to fight back a smile each time he talks to me.
I mean, it's not like I like him or anything (...okay, I had a small crush initially, but I'm over it).
All we ever do, for the most part, is talk about video games or other nerdy stuff.
Maybe that's why I smile... I sort of feel like he is a friend.

And it's a bit of a phenomena because at work, I'm in work mode.
There's things that we have to take care of. We can either talk about it or do it.
No idle chatter or horseplay (...I work around a bunch of painfully stereotypical straight men), let's just take care of what we need to in the most efficient manner.
What's fun though is recognizing the personalities of everyone I work with.
Despite them all being able to talk about sports or cars or women, they all behave differently.

I work with a spoiled brat and a 'Papa Bear' and a southern gentleman and a tough girl and a stupid sexy guy and an easy-going prankster...
Just a ragtag crew. Never a dull moment.

forby

After nearly two weeks of not talking, I decided to call the ol' boyfriend this past Sunday. I figured since he'd reached his little epiphany earlier, maybe he'd mellow out and just be cool, y'know?
He didn't.
He was still an ignorant dolt.
He called me today but I didn't answer.
In other news, NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is in November. I've sort of been a participant since '08. And I say "sort of" because I haven't been able to actually... write a novel each of those times.
But this year is different (...I hope).
Because for once, I have an idea that I think I'd like to write about.
I have yet to flesh out details; plot/character/setting development is tricky for me sometimes.
And for me, in order for me to write something, I have to like it (e.g. I like myself... SO I WRITE ABOUT ME. /narcissism).
But like I said, I'm kind of looking forward to NaNoWriMo this year. If work doesn't get in the way, I at least want to accomplish a decent amount of writing.
It sort of amuses me whenever strangers ask what I do and I say "I'm a writer" ...and I haven't actually written anything since a creative writing class I took back in college.
But I am a writer, dammit.
And I'm going to write.

frankalmoign

So then he's like:
"This is not to anger you or to make you "feel" any certain way. But I don't appreciate your sarcastic tones and condescending attitude (especially towards someone who doesn't deserve it). "I'm reading to far into it?" I don't need you to tell me how deep I should delve just because you seem to have lost your fervor, and in all your silence have yet to really listen. If you had you would have known that all I really wanted was for us to remain in contact; to help each other through times of need, and to build a friendship upon the idea that we once loved each other.
I have not kept in touch with you because I felt that I needed to. I have called you (sometimes daily) because I wanted to. It's not difficult for me to make friends. It's not difficult for me to find someone that finds me physically and mentally attractive. I won't be alone. I've kept in touch with you because I adored you and thought that I understood you. But the closer I come to understanding you the farther you push me away, and ironically, the more complicated you become. Maybe friendship between former lovers is, indeed, impossible. So I won't be calling everyday, or even every week. I'm not saying that I'm never going to call again. Because I will. But I'm not going to beg anyone for anything. I'm not going to force a relationship on a situation that is uncommunicative. Being the quiet type is one thing. This has become another. It's a waste of my time. And someone else deserves it.
I will truly always love you. But I'm not going to do this anymore. I have too many good things about me to get off the phone with you feeling like something is wrong with me or the way I think. So I hope you find yourself in your new home. And I hope you find someone that can get through to you. I love you. I'm mad at you. But I love you."

 I'm glad he's taking my advice (after telling him to do so for the past eight months).