Get a clue! Take a hint! November 17, 2009

Since I got some sleep this weekend, I felt that I could filter myself well enough to go out to lunch with several classmates to celebrate the ending to some of our classes. I was actually looking forward to going out and sitting around with them drinking margaritas and bitching about classes and such. It is odd how our misery is bonding us, I really don’t feel like it is a competitive environment, and everyone is so nice and supportive. We are stuck together and will be suffering with the same amount of work for the next four years, so this is a good thing. Not something that I was expecting, but it is nice and I will take it. It is better than being surrounded by catty, competitive bitches.

Well, chlamydia boy came along as well (if you don’t know who chlamydia boy is, see Oops! I did it again!). I was already sitting at the table with my drink when he came in and sat down. After a few minutes more people showed up and the table filled up. For once in my life I was early to something. This is very rare. I am pretty much late to everything, I don’t mean to be, I just am. So after all the seats around me were taken, we all settled in and started talking. Since I was out of town this weekend for a wedding, I was asking everyone what they did this weekend. I had directed this question to the girl sitting next to me, and as she was answering chlamydia boy decided to speak up and try to tell about his weekend. He continued to talk while she was talking, and eventually he got it. But when someone else started talking, he tried to interject about his weekend again! The girl kept talking and finished. She asked me how the wedding was, and I went to answer and chlamydia boy tried to interrupt yet again with his lame ass story. I glanced at the people around us, and they were looking at me, so I continued. He tried and failed one more time before finally getting to tell about his Friday night, to an uninterested and uncaring audience.

Now, I know that I can be abrupt, and can hog a conversation, but I do try to avoid this, and look for signs of boredom. If it takes you four attempts before you get to tell a story and no one pays attention or asks you to finish it, wouldn’t you think that maybe they didn’t want to hear what you have to say?! I mean seriously! GET A CLUE! Ugh. Not to mention he was trying to throw bits of balled up paper into the shirts of the girls across from him. While we are in school, we are in a graduate program. We are not children. Do not act like a childish,  idiotic, douche bag. I understand being young at heart and having fun and all that. There is a difference from having the mentality of a ten year old boy and being young at heart. I am just glad that I am not the only that feels this indifference, I thought maybe I was just being an impatient, intolerant bitch.