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What are you talking about, I replied. Thought I had a feeling I knew exactly what he was talking about.
The crowd was fairly sparse, but animated and flowing. We leaned back against the bar as a friend of ours talked to a woman. Little napkins sat in front of them with letters and numbers written in a shaky hand. Their heads leaned in close, the hands fluttering around them until coming to rest on the bar or the other's arm.
That. He leaned in close to my ear, words cold and precise despite the drinks he had.
We are not meant for that. Our time is past us.
And like an idiot, I believed him.
Perception is an image, and we all have images. To a degree, everybody has a persona. Some people have a carefully calculated image they have spent time in creating. Some people emphasize certain traits and habits depending on the company they are with, or the venue they are in. They have online personas, gaming personas, work personas. Some people's persona's are almost identical to how they really are, with a slight degree of editing so their more personal thoughts aren't always on display.
I have a persona, too. I used to think I didn't but it's there. It's fairly aloof and detached at this point. One part shyness, one part protection. Once I get to know people, I become much more open. Friday was an attempt to push past that persona. Try to make more eye contact. Smile more.
It was pretty useless. Eyes skittered away from mine like mercury under your finger. There was a moment of hope near the end of the night, which was dashed because I didn't know where a certain street was, so I couldn't give the person a ride home. Needless to say, I was a little bitter about it, and needless to say, I didn't mind sharing that with the rest of you.
Many people show restraint when using this forum, and rightly so. If you act stupid, it's there for the world to see. What you say and do here colors what people think about you. So be it. I had a bad night, a night of setbacks, and now you know it. You may rest assured that when I have good nights, you will know about those too. They will be portrayed with, perhaps, a little more discretion.
And so I shall leave you with this.
I am meant for this.
I am not past my time.
And I have the charts and figures to back it up.
The crowd was fairly sparse, but animated and flowing. We leaned back against the bar as a friend of ours talked to a woman. Little napkins sat in front of them with letters and numbers written in a shaky hand. Their heads leaned in close, the hands fluttering around them until coming to rest on the bar or the other's arm.
That. He leaned in close to my ear, words cold and precise despite the drinks he had.
We are not meant for that. Our time is past us.
And like an idiot, I believed him.
Perception is an image, and we all have images. To a degree, everybody has a persona. Some people have a carefully calculated image they have spent time in creating. Some people emphasize certain traits and habits depending on the company they are with, or the venue they are in. They have online personas, gaming personas, work personas. Some people's persona's are almost identical to how they really are, with a slight degree of editing so their more personal thoughts aren't always on display.
I have a persona, too. I used to think I didn't but it's there. It's fairly aloof and detached at this point. One part shyness, one part protection. Once I get to know people, I become much more open. Friday was an attempt to push past that persona. Try to make more eye contact. Smile more.
It was pretty useless. Eyes skittered away from mine like mercury under your finger. There was a moment of hope near the end of the night, which was dashed because I didn't know where a certain street was, so I couldn't give the person a ride home. Needless to say, I was a little bitter about it, and needless to say, I didn't mind sharing that with the rest of you.
Many people show restraint when using this forum, and rightly so. If you act stupid, it's there for the world to see. What you say and do here colors what people think about you. So be it. I had a bad night, a night of setbacks, and now you know it. You may rest assured that when I have good nights, you will know about those too. They will be portrayed with, perhaps, a little more discretion.
And so I shall leave you with this.
I am meant for this.
I am not past my time.
And I have the charts and figures to back it up.
