I'm assuming the anticipation is killing all of you and you're more than likely in desperate need of an update. Well, I'm about to give you one. Brace yourselves.
So my little friend that I pass every Monday and Wednesday on the upper road that leads to Institute parking has been pretty consistent, although I haven't. Classes and things have been getting pretty crazy and my schedule pretty demented, thus I miss our weekly pass-by.
Maybe I'm just indulging my imagination on this one, but I'm pretty sure that at about the same time that I stopped walking to my car at the same time as she headed to class, she's seemed a bit more schlumpy than usual, her gait a bit less... jovial. Naturally, I feel quite terrible. Clearly her lack of enthusiasm is a direct result of my actions. (What was the definition of egocentric, again?)
As I leave class today and head up the steps leading to the roadside, I see her coming and think fast - today... I'll... be... extra outgoing! That'll show her I still want to be friends! :D Okay, plan set. Let's do this. She approaches my line of sight... She's not looking up... No one is around to feel embarrassed about... Here she comes... I can hear the gravel scratching with each of her steps... Moment's approaching! Anxiety killing me... I start with the biggest smile I can muster!! ... Aaaand... she's still not looking at me... Oh, wait! there she is! Looking! Okay, I'm just going to do it: "HI!"
Oh no... From the deer-in-the-headlights look she's giving me, I realize that I'm smiling the way a gorilla does right before it tears the flesh off your bones. My outburst of friendship probably didn't help things, either. Sigh. Until Wednesday... Maybe if I'm extra gentle in my approach, she'll reconsider admitting me to the state mental hospital.
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