It's three in the morning and my recent concussion has done nothing but make me sleep so much that, now, I'm devoid of that very ability.

I haven't done all of my homework, and that's because I really don't want to do it. My friend, Roysean, and I got lunch and dessert, yesterday, and--after a long talk on the uselessness of a credit minimum requirement for graduation (and him disagreeing)--he told me that I am essentially a female Steve (Steve being someone you guys don't know, but a very good friend of mine).

This was hilarious, because Steve and I actually did talk about the useless nature of higher education (as it currently stands, at most institutions in the US; I still stand firmly that formal education is highly important for the majority of individuals living what is considered a "typical" life). More hilarious than that, we'd actually talked about what we would be like as the opposite gender, and I told Steve that I couldn't imagine him as a woman, because he just has such a calm and masculine nature.

Then Roy comes along and tells me that I'm female Steve, which makes me really look back on why I said Steve couldn't be a lady.

At least he bought me ice cream first.

...I tend to forget how much I enjoy being around certain people until I'm actually there in the moment. I get frustrated with Roy a lot because he's the opposite of me in a lot of ways; I'm very straightforward, whereas he deeply enjoys making things tediously difficult. Even the smallest decision turns into a daunting battle against his own modesty and concern that other people won't like the choice he's charged with making for them. I end up picking where we eat, rather often. It only bothers me because I like to try new things, and having other people pick is one great way of accomplishing that.

Still, we talked for a good six hours, that day, which was refreshing, even though I'd just spent two hours on the phone with Steve, the night before. They keep my mind busy, and they're honest about it when they see me slipping. Roy straight up told me that my arguing style has gotten weaker...and I don't know that I can judge myself on it, anymore. He threw me, with that one.

...Tomorrow is going to be a short day, and I'm going to be very excited for a nap.

I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing if one becomes worse at arguing. It's not an especially useful pastime.
» middaymoon on 2014-03-17 11:50:01

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