The Rain Drops

Tonight i went to Vintage Faith with my brother, and he decided that he wanted to invite some people to his house afterwards for a little git together of sorts. he invited this one cute girl and she decided to come over, but it was just her that ended up showing up cause everyone else went to David's house afterwards. i talked to her a bit, and she seemed fine. i realized two things about myself though: 1. i don't like talking to or meeting new interesting people unless i'm in a really good mood. 2. i'm more critical and judgmental towards attractive people. i think it all comes back to me enjoying conversations with myself more, and that it takes a lot of effort to put on a show for someone i'll probably never see again. i really do make myself laugh a lot, just cause i'll think of something that's absolutely absurd or inappropriate, and i'll laugh about the fact that i would even think of saying something like that.
I don't get the questions "What's up?" or "How's it going?" so many times have i asked how someone is doing at the beginning of a conversation, then we'll talk for a bit, and i'll ask them the same question in a more serious tone and they will go on about how they met someone new or how they are depressed. i especially don't understand what's up though. i have asked people what's up a few times and they won't respond. it's like, "ummmm, you realize i just asked you a question, right?" i think the phrase has evolved into a two person hello. cause, unless some extremely recent matter is pressing on you, you will most likely answer "not much, you?" only, it's crammed into two syllables. society dictates what we do sometimes. that's why i do slightly awkward things sometimes. for example, i'll say "hello, how is it going?" but really pronunciate each word, as if i'm talking to a mentally handicapped person.
I think if i met an exact replica of myself, except that i didn't know it was myself, i would absolutely hate him. i can't believe people like to hang out with me sometimes.
Simple Pleasures: giving and receiving massages, finishing brushing your teeth, getting a bulls-eye with projectile, throwing a baseball perfectly to a person extremely far away, getting the black bus driver, receiving a text from the person you were just thinking about texting, the ding of the type writer telling you that you have typed a full line and the eventual push of the type writer back so you can begin a new line, hearing that people are talking about you positively while you were gone.