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Jun. 29th, 2003 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarz"You know, fuck you on so many levels!"
One way I had thought of to feel less than alone when my life ends as school begins was to take my laptop and books to a coffee shop rather than sit at home in isolation. Yesterday I passed a starbucks where I saw several guys, each sitting alone outside the Starbucks patio. There was something very pathetic looking about that. Last night I hit a coffee shop with friends (a REAL one, not a 7-11ish Starbucks) and found most of the tables were filled with isolated students, though about 50/50 male female. It was Saturday night.
Ok, so I'm not original in my idea. It's also not logical, I'm easily distracted and there is no way I could do anything but stare at people while there, as they would inevitably be more entertaining than any textbook. It takes isolation and sensory deprivation to keep me focused on work I'm not entertained by. Note that ugly guys and cute artsy girls work in coffee shops. If I was in a coffee shop, it would simply indicate that I would rather talk to someone, but lacked someone to talk to or the time to talk to them...so I'd be trying to be social through osmosis.
GEEK - I learned of the ‘trying to look like you want to be alone in a public place that is inherently social’ from star trek. If you’re going to go outside and be in social places, don’t bother trying to pretend you don’t want to be part of it somehow.
I learned the term 'trust-fund socialist.' I like that.
Good god nice geek reference Chadu:
thank the world of fandom for crystallizing something that I found annoying that I didn't realize other people had found as well. Wow, defined for me before I put a finger on it, lovely!
http://www.merrycoz.org/papers/MARYSUE.HTM
One way I had thought of to feel less than alone when my life ends as school begins was to take my laptop and books to a coffee shop rather than sit at home in isolation. Yesterday I passed a starbucks where I saw several guys, each sitting alone outside the Starbucks patio. There was something very pathetic looking about that. Last night I hit a coffee shop with friends (a REAL one, not a 7-11ish Starbucks) and found most of the tables were filled with isolated students, though about 50/50 male female. It was Saturday night.
Ok, so I'm not original in my idea. It's also not logical, I'm easily distracted and there is no way I could do anything but stare at people while there, as they would inevitably be more entertaining than any textbook. It takes isolation and sensory deprivation to keep me focused on work I'm not entertained by. Note that ugly guys and cute artsy girls work in coffee shops. If I was in a coffee shop, it would simply indicate that I would rather talk to someone, but lacked someone to talk to or the time to talk to them...so I'd be trying to be social through osmosis.
GEEK - I learned of the ‘trying to look like you want to be alone in a public place that is inherently social’ from star trek. If you’re going to go outside and be in social places, don’t bother trying to pretend you don’t want to be part of it somehow.
I learned the term 'trust-fund socialist.' I like that.
Good god nice geek reference Chadu:
thank the world of fandom for crystallizing something that I found annoying that I didn't realize other people had found as well. Wow, defined for me before I put a finger on it, lovely!
http://www.merrycoz.org/papers/MARYSUE.HTM
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Uuumm...
Date: 2003-06-29 11:40 am (UTC)Studying, however, is not productive in places full of cute artsy people. Toooo many distractions! Especially in bare mid drift/naked toes weather!
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Date: 2003-06-30 06:21 am (UTC)Re: Uuumm...
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Date: 2003-06-29 12:00 pm (UTC)CU
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Date: 2003-06-30 06:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-30 03:34 pm (UTC)Fuck you right back
Date: 2003-07-01 10:23 am (UTC)I work in a starbucks you prick.
Kisses,
Scott