You're listening to: The Whitest Boy Alive - "Burning"
Michelle called you this morning around 11:00 and you're pretty sure she just wanted you to drive her to the bank, although she couldn't quite come to say it. You're thinking that maybe all the really bizarre arguments you had with Amy have scarred your conversation skills. At least on the phone. Talking to Michelle reminded you of the feeling that you weren't saying the right things on cue and weren't taking the conversation where she wanted. Frustrated with you, she quickly ended the conversation. This all seemed way too familiar.
Then again, it could be in your head. Maybe you just assume it was a bad conversation because, when you were with Amy, that was a bad conversation. Almost word for word. And the tone of disappointment, like each word is followed by a sigh, was coming through pretty well.
So that was weird.
Sean called you last night. You talked for an hour. At first you were like, "Oh... I'm just being lazy... I don't know if I want to talk right now," and then after a while you realized that friends like Sean are rare and if you keep being so lazy about all your friendships, you'll lose them. So we theorized about social interactions and discussed life philosophy and plotted out an idea for a book we might co-author. You're wondering if you'll find a chance to visit him. You think about the Denver Plan and you're reminded of how much that feels like the Real First Step in your life and how unprepared you are. Sean was talking about getting an apartment in New York City after college. That's a surreal thought, but mostly because it doesn't fit with the Denver Plan, and your mind is pretty set on the Denver Plan.
The Whitest Boy Alive is your new Mellowdrone.
You were happy to hear that Sean is experiencing some of the same feelings as you were at this age. He has more focus on meeting girls and being a productive socialite than you. But that's always been the case. You've never really dedicated much attention to the pursuit of women. So far you're okay with that. You're put off by how much effort it takes. Look at how you reacted to that conversation with Michelle -- and she's a friend from work, not a girlfriend, not a girl you intend on dating. You're not ready for that. Plus, that goddamn Denver Plan is a constant cock-block. What's the point of meeting a girl if you're moving to another state in ten months?
Anyway, you're gonna run out of weed today. Congratulations. Or maybe you'll save a little for tomorrow. Really it depends on whether or not Michelle hangs out after 6:00, before you go back to work at 8:00. And if Alyssa's cashed, too, then you might smoke the rest with her. That might be good for you. Clean out tonight and start fresh tomorrow. No more buying. Not for a while. Not until all the bills' checks clear. Keep your head about you when school starts next Tuesday. You woke up this morning at 9:30 and realized that you would have probably gotten up earlier and caught the bus to school by now, since a usual Monday schedule has you going to class at 10:00 every Monday and Wednesday morning.
You think you'll be able to handle the commute -- the bus, the bike, the busy days, the addition of homework -- and yet at the same time you're pretty sure it's going to be hell.
Michelle called you this morning around 11:00 and you're pretty sure she just wanted you to drive her to the bank, although she couldn't quite come to say it. You're thinking that maybe all the really bizarre arguments you had with Amy have scarred your conversation skills. At least on the phone. Talking to Michelle reminded you of the feeling that you weren't saying the right things on cue and weren't taking the conversation where she wanted. Frustrated with you, she quickly ended the conversation. This all seemed way too familiar.
Then again, it could be in your head. Maybe you just assume it was a bad conversation because, when you were with Amy, that was a bad conversation. Almost word for word. And the tone of disappointment, like each word is followed by a sigh, was coming through pretty well.
So that was weird.
Sean called you last night. You talked for an hour. At first you were like, "Oh... I'm just being lazy... I don't know if I want to talk right now," and then after a while you realized that friends like Sean are rare and if you keep being so lazy about all your friendships, you'll lose them. So we theorized about social interactions and discussed life philosophy and plotted out an idea for a book we might co-author. You're wondering if you'll find a chance to visit him. You think about the Denver Plan and you're reminded of how much that feels like the Real First Step in your life and how unprepared you are. Sean was talking about getting an apartment in New York City after college. That's a surreal thought, but mostly because it doesn't fit with the Denver Plan, and your mind is pretty set on the Denver Plan.
The Whitest Boy Alive is your new Mellowdrone.
You were happy to hear that Sean is experiencing some of the same feelings as you were at this age. He has more focus on meeting girls and being a productive socialite than you. But that's always been the case. You've never really dedicated much attention to the pursuit of women. So far you're okay with that. You're put off by how much effort it takes. Look at how you reacted to that conversation with Michelle -- and she's a friend from work, not a girlfriend, not a girl you intend on dating. You're not ready for that. Plus, that goddamn Denver Plan is a constant cock-block. What's the point of meeting a girl if you're moving to another state in ten months?
Anyway, you're gonna run out of weed today. Congratulations. Or maybe you'll save a little for tomorrow. Really it depends on whether or not Michelle hangs out after 6:00, before you go back to work at 8:00. And if Alyssa's cashed, too, then you might smoke the rest with her. That might be good for you. Clean out tonight and start fresh tomorrow. No more buying. Not for a while. Not until all the bills' checks clear. Keep your head about you when school starts next Tuesday. You woke up this morning at 9:30 and realized that you would have probably gotten up earlier and caught the bus to school by now, since a usual Monday schedule has you going to class at 10:00 every Monday and Wednesday morning.
You think you'll be able to handle the commute -- the bus, the bike, the busy days, the addition of homework -- and yet at the same time you're pretty sure it's going to be hell.
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