For You I Will (Or um... not)

I wish there was a way to reconcile who I always think people are, and who they really are. I try not to do too much interpretation of people's actions anymore, just take them as they are as much as I can, and yet somehow I must get it wrong because what I see is not what I am getting. 

Or... what I think I see? 

I don't think that makes much sense. It's like.... well it's like what Karvenz said today, technology has ruined humanity. We don't talk face to face anymore, we email, myspace, text, and it all gets lost. So much so that even when we really are face to face, things are still missing. It's like somehow the digital-written world stops existing in the real world. 

That was kind of the problem when I was dating Joey. I mean... that wasn't THE problem, THE problem was that he's a guy but that's besides the point. It was like... we would have these amazing deep conversations online and talk on the phone and every thing would just be really easy and open, and then we would see each other in person and it was awkward and tangled and somehow none of that technological stuff mattered when it really came down to it. 

"I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. " - Mary - He's Just Not That Into You

Choose A Fucking Snack Food

I'm having a little shin dig at my house tonight, and Natasha is bringing Callie, and I'm basically out of food, so I send Natasha text asking her what I should buy at the store

she sends me this super long list of random things like cottage cheese, and go-gurt, canned pineapple, Swedish fish, a cupcake cake, angel food cake, Top Ramen, pop-tarts. 

Nothing we would actually eat.

My mom wanted me to pick some things up for dinner to.

So I walk to the store, get my stuff, and I'm walking home- it's not until I'm half-way back, talking to Natasha, that I realize that I spent so much time looking for stupid things to buy off of the random list she sent me that I didn't actually buy any food (or drinks) that we'll eat. 

Unless we take to eating canned pineapple. 

She's gonna pick stuff up on her way over here, so it doesn't really matter that I didn't buy a single thing I went to the store for (I did buy my mom's stuff, though), but it just seemed... kind of like an a really odd symbol of the kind of relationship Natasha and I have. 

Sentimental bullshit.