Berserk

Though its quite possibly due to the fact that I have been mostly out of work for the past two months, I find myself being slightly aggravated by little things more and more. I like to call them Buzzerks, mostly because they remind me of little buzzings that drive me beserk.

Two newly recognized Buzzerks


1. People listening to their I Pods so that everyone on the train can hear them. I don't know if its the head phones or the listener, but every time I ride the train or even walk down the street, I find myself overwhelmed with everyone else's music so much so that I can't think straight. What makes you think I want to listen to your music? I appreciate your attempt to broaden my musical horizon; but when I am trying to read on the train and can't concentrate because of your music, you know its time to turn it down.


2. There aren't many all knowing authorities on all subjects, so I get a little irritated the moment someone decides to talk to me like they are. Now, I'm not claiming to be an authority on anything and I will be the first to admit if I am wrong, but because of my broad interests I know a little about a lot of things. Last week I made a comment pertaining to something that happened in some show I was watching, something (despite how far fetched it seemed) I knew to be fact as it was an issue discussed in a biological anthropology class. The person who was watching with me argued back. I don't mind debates, in fact I rather enjoy them as they force me to critically think about what I say. The thing that pissed me off was the fact that she called my bluff and demanded I produce sources. Why, when you speak as if you know everything but actually don't, do you demand me to produce sources. You don't even know what you're talking about. I don't normally retaliate, but as my boss was an hour late the next morning I tried to find the scholarly articles I read in college. I didn't find those resources, but I did find other valid sites to back up my argument.



I know in real debates you need to produce support, but in simple conversation to call someone out and demand back up when you don't really don't know what you're talking about is just plain rude.

I am sure there will be more to come, but for the time being I am over and out.

Anxiety

As I look at the pile of chocolate wrappers sitting on my desk, I wonder where my will power has gone. There was a brief time where I could resist the temptations of the chocolatey goodness that are minis.

Then again, perhaps I am horribly mistaken. Maybe I had no will power at all. Perhaps I was simply not hungry.

A Variety of Experiences

Not that any one remotely cares who reads this blog, and not that I have a following of anyone in my area; but, I thought I would throw in my two cents anyways.

So, because one of my lovely roommates left the gas for our stove on (could have been me, but I'm 99.9% sure it wasn't), I made an effort to get out of my apartment and see the sights in Williamsburg for a change. I mean there is only so much of being a homebody I can do, I am starting to go crazy and get cabin fever.

Basically the gas was a godsend.

Anyways, the point of this post is that I found a mega cute coffee shop, with free Internet and quite possibly the best Latte I have had in New York City. I know that's a huge, huge accusation to make, but I believe it to be the best latte I have had in quite a while.

This wonderful little cafe is Variety on Graham Ave, just north of the Graham L Stop. Yes, I realize I am supposed to be cutting back on my coffee intake, but I am down to one cup of coffee a day. I think I am doing well.

Variety has a nice homey feel to it. To be quite honest, it reminds me of something I would find in my college town, a little country. What did you really expect? It is Williamsburg, after all, that I live in. This place, though, seems to have taken extra care in the aesthetic of the whole place, unlike some little hole in the wall coffee places. From the white paneling to the cool colored wall paper, to the silver plated ceiling, the whole place feels light and full of energy. A perfect place to sit, relax, have a cup of coffee and let the creative juices flow.

The Klutz Extrodinare

I am the queen of botching things up. I am a klutz, what can I say? You've already seen many forms of my klutzy tendencies. By now you really shouldn't expect anything less.

What did I botch up this time? You remember that guy my friends wanted to set me up with? Yeah, that. Here's how it happened:

So after our trivia night Wendy sent an email to the guy she wanted to set me up with. He seemed to take the bait, and she asked me how she should handle this. Stupidly I said group as opposed to just giving him my number. Clearly I wasn't thinking because if I were, then I would have realized that I am always quiet and come off stand offish if you meet me that way.

I mean we were supposed to have a larger group, but ultimately we ended with Wendy, Emily, Amy, the guy and myself. The three people who knew about the set up, and then me and the guy. This situation screams awkward... and why didn't I run?

I arrive and Wendy is already there, so is he. Go figure. Because of how they were already seated, I sat across from him. This would make it difficult later to have any kind of personal conversation with him. And, to top it off I'm not drinking so I can't even drink away the awkwardness. As a result, I started a dialogue with Wendy instead of him. It did become a discussion, but I still talked more to Wendy that to him. I know, I know I wasn't thinking or maybe I was thinking too much. I don't know, I was just in an uncomfortable situation that was spiraling downward... very quickly.

When other people arrived I talked more to them than to him, not to mention I was still sitting across from him making it difficult to talk directly to him.

Exactly what I did wrong:

1. I got quiet and reserved
2. I felt on the spot
3. I was short in my answers, not opening them up for conversation
4. I avoided eye contact
5. I talked to everyone else more than him.

All in all I'm sure I came across as nice but cold and stand offish. Yeah, not surprising.

He and Wendy left, I stayed with Emily as she finished her beer. They walked out the door and I hit my head on the table multiple times as I detailed to Emily why everything went wrong.

Why of all nights did I choose tonight to play the shy card?

I was going to shoot him an email, but before I had the chance to Wendy mentioned he wasn't interested. I didn't ask why, I didn't have to.

Please don't hold this one interaction against me. I promise, I am normally way more personable. I guess I just picked a bad night to have an off day.