3 posts tagged “social ineptitude”

Once when I was in class, sitting there and diligently taking notes about Dostoevsky, I heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone vibrating in someone's bag. I rolled my  eyes as students around me attempted to inconspicuously check their phones without disturbing the professor, who continued to lecture. Grumbling some more, I wondered why it was so difficult for people to simply turn their phones off, or at least put them on silent--vibrating phones are just as loud as ringtones in the average college classroom. When class ended, I reached for my cellphone to see the time, and I noticed that Emma had called me just fifteen minutes ago. Yes, it was my phone that was ringing.

I like to think that I learned a valuable lesson that day, and that I have grown as a person as a result of it. That is, I continue to judge others, but only for mistakes I myself don't make. It's really rather simple.

My suitcase for Thanksgiving break is 40% clothes and toiletries, 60% school books. Hurrah for holidays.

I've been told I need to stop depressing people who are otherwise attempting to have a normal conversation with me.

me: how are you?Jenn: me'eh                me: muy mal

I don't really know how I can stop myself from doing this, except to add after every statement, "I like kittens?" The truth is, I just don't find what I say depressing. Just the other day I began (what I thought to be) an insightful look at the ridiculous practice of having a symbol to represent the concept of infinity--what's the point? We can't even grasp the idea of infinity, so to attempt to write it with two little circles is absolutely hilarious. Somehow it all had to do with the human fear of finitude, but unfortunately, my companion did not find this quite as amusing, and suggested I change the subject.

Oh, but today I stumbled across a Facebook group entitled, "I Wish I Were Your Derivative So I Could Lie Tangent to Your Curves." Brilliance, pure brilliance.

I went to my first "real" concert last night at The Black Cat (I mean "real" because I have been informed that concerts at Carnegie Hall and other music halls don't count because I don't stand in a crowded room for three hours with blaring music). It was interesting, yes, and I still have black X's and stamps all over my hand this morning. But instead of enjoying the music, I began looking around at the people surrounding me, who were all bobbing their heads or swaying from side to side with the beat of the music. And when the lead singer began clapping his hands, everyone followed suit without any more provocation. The raised hands, the uniformity of all of their movement was more than a little disturbing, and as a result I spent half of the night trying to clap to a weird, stacatto unbeat--but most likely I just looked musically challenged. I couldn't rid my mind of a certain image, however--