Proxy
October 19th, 2008, 02:58 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8bePkRnTdc
Do you ever have those days you wake up and everything seems like it's going to work out? For no apparent reason at all you get out of bed, refreshed, and ready to seize the day? It doesn't happen to me very often... but it does happen.
It's on such days that I tip better, smile more, and make phone calls to people I've neglected. I'll call my mother, tell my neighbor "Hello," and leave twenty bucks on a fifteen dollar meal. It's my way of... spreading the wealth as it were.
Those days are great. The problem is the sentiment doesn't last. This is where the problem and point of this thread comes in and why the above video is applicable. I met this guy on one of said days and befriended him at this party called Red Star. He's morbidly overweight, socially awkward, and doesn't carry a cell phone. (That's pretty much gay death). I was nice to him because I was in such a good mood and because I felt sorry for him... but now he calls me all the time.
He emails me every single day. He leaves myspace, facebook, and gay.com messages constantly. He's even called my work to see if he could come there and have lunch with me.
My moment of uncharacteristic kindness has landed me a stalker. It always happens this way too, doesn't it? This is why people have crazy friends.
Surely you guys put up with people you'd rather not?
P|r|o|x|y
Do you ever have those days you wake up and everything seems like it's going to work out? For no apparent reason at all you get out of bed, refreshed, and ready to seize the day? It doesn't happen to me very often... but it does happen.
It's on such days that I tip better, smile more, and make phone calls to people I've neglected. I'll call my mother, tell my neighbor "Hello," and leave twenty bucks on a fifteen dollar meal. It's my way of... spreading the wealth as it were.
Those days are great. The problem is the sentiment doesn't last. This is where the problem and point of this thread comes in and why the above video is applicable. I met this guy on one of said days and befriended him at this party called Red Star. He's morbidly overweight, socially awkward, and doesn't carry a cell phone. (That's pretty much gay death). I was nice to him because I was in such a good mood and because I felt sorry for him... but now he calls me all the time.
He emails me every single day. He leaves myspace, facebook, and gay.com messages constantly. He's even called my work to see if he could come there and have lunch with me.
My moment of uncharacteristic kindness has landed me a stalker. It always happens this way too, doesn't it? This is why people have crazy friends.
Surely you guys put up with people you'd rather not?
P|r|o|x|y