I was thinking about “attractiveness” and how it’s become the predominant indicator of the worth of a person. We become obsessed with people while knowing so little about them because they happen to be handsome or are a big media figure. As Jon Stewart once said “I wasn’t considered attractive until I had my own TV Show. You could put a cantelopue on TV and people would want to fuck it”
What does that say about us as a society? How many amazing people in our day to day lives do we overlook simply because they aren’t the actors and actresses presented as attractive on television.
3D animation & game design student. Decepticon. Gamer. Geek. Consumer & producer of weirdness. Formerly-broken robot, building steam with a grain of salt.
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I’ve still got some jetlag or something working its way through my system. When I’m awake I never feel fully awake, and when I try to sleep I feel brittle and jittery like a huge insect. If I’ve said or done anything weird in the past couple of days, I apologize.
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Dammit. I feel old now. I came to the sudden realization, on the drive home, that I have one of those jobs now where I have to actually carry around Important Office Papers in one of those leather portfolio things.
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Hopefully, one side-effect of having a job (and therefore sleeping less; eating less, cheaper, and lower-quality food; and consuming more caffeine) again will be that I’ll lose weight. I’m pretty sure that was one of the main reasons for my former attractive scrawniness.
Not implying that scrawniness is right for everybody, or anything like that (this is Tumblr, after all, and I want to be careful about implying such things), but I think it was a body type that worked pretty well for me, personally. It wasn’t an unhealthy sort of scrawniness. I think I have the kind of skeletal structure that works best with being kinda scrawny/wiry… and now I’ve been idle for awhile and put on a few more pounds than I would have liked. I’d like to think I was about a solid 8.5 for awhile, and now I feel like maybe a 6, hahaha :P
Son of a bitch. Of course, 15min after my plans are irreparably shot to hell, my mom calls and tells me they were at a baby shower, and couldn’t be bothered to pick up their phones. What if I’d been calling because the fucking house was burning down, or something? I am going to make them get me dinner.
Rant over.
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Well, shit. I had plans to go out to an a ramen shop in DC with some friends, but my parents are supposed to come back from a trip to NYC this afternoon, and they needed someone to pick them up at the Metro station. I didn’t think this would conflict with my ramen shop plans, because they said they’d need a ride sometime between 4-5pm. But now it’s 5:45 already, and I can’t get in touch with them (I know for a fact that they get cell reception in the Metro tunnels, if they are down there). Ramen shop plans are already cancelled (I have no idea why they wanted to eat so early, but apparently it was necessary).
So, on the one hand, I’m slightly worried because I don’t know what the hell is going on, and I haven’t been able to communicate with my parents despite the fact that we all have little tiny phones that we can carry around effortlessly in our pockets for the sole purpose of being able to communicate with each other any time we want or need to.
And, on the other hand, I am fucking starving because I haven’t really eaten anything all day, and I’ve been thinking about delicious ramen constantly, and that is not happening anymore.
At least I can sit here and look at pictures of delicious ramen on the internet and be frustrated and hungry.
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thecosmonaut said: Just be polite, but don’t seem interested, because that’s how you get laid. Really, though, just keep asking her questions. Girls love talking about themselves, but don’t be too intrusive. Play it cool, bro.
This seems reasonable. Suggested activities have included museums and a certain sort-of-local coffee shop. I hate the whole process of balancing between acting interested and acting disinterested, though. It’s like “Yes, I totally would love to have lots of awesome sex with you, but also I don’t because I am so aloof and mysterious and full of pain and I don’t deserve nice things.” Hahaha. We shall see.
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How the hell is planning a date supposed to work? What do people even do on dates? My dating experience in life is pretty much 50% “I don’t know how to feel about you, let’s have an awkward evening that drags out and eventually/inevitably goes nowhere” and 50% “You are cute and interesting, let’s have sex as soon as possible”. There is very little middle ground. I don’t know what I’m doing.
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There are days when my level of “give a fuck” seems to be largely determined by whether I’ve put in my contact lenses yet or not.
Job interview went okay… except that I kinda got the impression that I wasn’t exactly what they were looking for. Which is basically a metaphor for my whole life. Unless I’m wrong about the impression I got. But I guess being wrong about things also might be sort of a metaphor for my life. Meh.
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Wee hours of a Friday night. Pleasantly buzzed. Sadly lacking in company. Meh. Par for the course.
Probably gonna go read until I feel like I can possibly fall asleep. Goodnight.
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For some reason, I feel uncharacteristically confident and non-shitty today.
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