Musings Over Milkshakes
How do you walk away from an ailing friendship when you know that it would hurt the other person? Better yet, how do you do it when they still think that everything is okay? I don't want to blindside anyone, but I feel like giving some sort of warning would force me to realize that I'm not as accepting as I would like to be. Given the chance, I'd much rather go back to the world as it was before my opinion changed. "But then you wouldn't be able to learn and grow from it," says my rational, blossoming, adult mind. Fuck. That's a good point.
Sunday is move-in day. Thank you (insert deity or spiritual being of your choice). I'm so thankful, I almost don't care who I'm throwing my arms up in praise to. Having my freedom back will finally quench the craving for it that I've had over the past three months. Now all I have left to deal with is the mountain of clothing and assorted crap that needs to get packed up...and the apprehension about meeting my new roommates. I know, I know. I go through this same old crap every year: "Will they like me? Will we get along?" I should just be able to say screw it and not worry about anything, and if they happen to like me and we happen to become friends, then yay. Unfortunately, past roommate experiences have taught me that the sit-back-and-wait approach tends to turn people off. Not to mention the fact that I am a control freak and have to mentally design every possible scenario for how we could interact before I feel confident enough to ACTUALLY engage myself with other people. C managed to become a close friend of mine despite that, but the others? Not so much. So now I have to take a more active role in establishing relationships with the people that I'm going to be living with. This will be new for me, and I'm sure it will lead to a lot of the confused, struggling young adult posts that I have come to grow so fond of. Stay tuned for that. (Ew, that was lame. Pretend you didn't just read that and laugh at me...)
Let's talk milkshakes for a second here. There is something about dairy products that bring out my inner philosopher and psychologist. No, that's weird. It was the company I had, definitely the company. I will say this: "Milkshake talks" should happen more often. I get to purge my system (haha! POOP JOKE!) of all the crap that builds up and bounce ideas off of someone who genuinely listens to what I have to say. I like that. People like that are rare.
Sunday is move-in day. Thank you (insert deity or spiritual being of your choice). I'm so thankful, I almost don't care who I'm throwing my arms up in praise to. Having my freedom back will finally quench the craving for it that I've had over the past three months. Now all I have left to deal with is the mountain of clothing and assorted crap that needs to get packed up...and the apprehension about meeting my new roommates. I know, I know. I go through this same old crap every year: "Will they like me? Will we get along?" I should just be able to say screw it and not worry about anything, and if they happen to like me and we happen to become friends, then yay. Unfortunately, past roommate experiences have taught me that the sit-back-and-wait approach tends to turn people off. Not to mention the fact that I am a control freak and have to mentally design every possible scenario for how we could interact before I feel confident enough to ACTUALLY engage myself with other people. C managed to become a close friend of mine despite that, but the others? Not so much. So now I have to take a more active role in establishing relationships with the people that I'm going to be living with. This will be new for me, and I'm sure it will lead to a lot of the confused, struggling young adult posts that I have come to grow so fond of. Stay tuned for that. (Ew, that was lame. Pretend you didn't just read that and laugh at me...)
Let's talk milkshakes for a second here. There is something about dairy products that bring out my inner philosopher and psychologist. No, that's weird. It was the company I had, definitely the company. I will say this: "Milkshake talks" should happen more often. I get to purge my system (haha! POOP JOKE!) of all the crap that builds up and bounce ideas off of someone who genuinely listens to what I have to say. I like that. People like that are rare.
posted by haze at 8:23 PM
1 Comments:
First paragraph: Lovely how our conscience gets the best of us more often now, right? But you know, it's ok to walk away from something that just isn't working. Nobody wants that kind of negativity in their lives...and now I'm sounding like a hippie.
Second Paragraph: I LOVE COLLEGE PARK and I CANT WAIT TILL MORE PEOPLE MOVE IN =D oh and about your roommates, I'm sure everything will be perfect just like it was this past year. I say try the sit-back-and-wait, BUT sneak in a little bit of leaning-forward approach...if ya know what i mean. I kind of need to take my own advice on that one for my 2 new roommates.
Third Paragraph: umm milkshakes? lol you're sooo weird :-P
i hope to see ya soon girl! i miss you!
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