I really couldn't tell you. Well, okay, I could, but we've already been over the whole spilling-your-guts-online thing. Part of it is probably due to my having finished
The Dark Tower. A truly amazing series, and I didn't find the Coda's ending unsatisfying at all. Disheartening, yes, but not unsatisfying. Still, I'd say the overall story is one of sorrow, and maybe that's why.
The dining room at work finally has a completion deadline: June 29. Apparently, it will take them three weeks to unpack the remaining chairs and tables, as everything else is ready to go. I don't particularly enjoy the lack of information flowing from the powers that be to the dining staff. Down with bureaucracy.
According to the
Job Predictor, I have several career paths.
Peter: a hypnotist.
Peter James: a pirate.
Peter Friedrichsen: a clown.
Peter James Friedrichsen: funeral director.
...I don't really want to be any of those things.
Speaking of clowns, the little tiff Jonny had with those girls at IHOP the other night pointed out a big factor in my shyness: I'm not witty or funny. I can't think on my feet at all unless it's something to do with combat, and even then I'm slower than a 2nd
kyu should be. I think this is also part of the reason I feel isolated from everybody. The people I hang out with are very funny individuals, and I just don't feel I can contribute anything of sufficient comedic worth to the goings-on.
"Um, that's because you're stupid, lazy, and inactive. Dull and unattractive."
So there's that.
I never wanted to be popular. I imagine it's irritating and difficult to maintain. However, to be enjoyable company is something I have wanted for awhile now.
Fucking insecurities.
