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- From: pcurtis@willamette.edu (Paul E. Curtis)
- Subject: Romance/Angst
- Message-ID: <By3KuI.L5x@willamette.edu>
- Keywords: *cry*
- Organization: Willamette University, Salem OR
- Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1992 03:11:06 GMT
- Lines: 65
-
- I just posted this to alt.romance.chat, but upon rereading it, I've realized
- that it's angstful enough to deserve reposting here. Enjoy.
-
- In article <722381503kai.kai@depeche.toppoint.de> kai@depeche.toppoint.de (Kai Voigt) writes:
- >
- >It's now 21:30 over here in Germany and I'm sitting at home
- >doing homework. I mean it's WEEKEND and the only thing
- >I can think of is how to finish these mountains of papers
- >till monday :-(
- >
- >I hope your weekend is more funny than mine. But what are
- >you doing on Saturday night? Are you staying at home with
- >your family? Do you go to discos, cinemas, restaurants
- >or what? Let us now!
-
- Well, lessee...
-
- I spent most of today lying in bed. I woke up a few minutes ago to come down
- to the university computer lab, to work my five-hour shift as a lab assistant.
- This entails baking my brains underneath the flourescent lights, punctuated
- with occasional questions from those lab users kind enough to acknowledge my
- existence. When my shift is over at 23:00, I'll go home (I live alone) and
- watch TV for a couple of hours. Then I'll log into the school's computer
- every fifteen minutes or so, hoping against hope for some electronic mail to
- arrive in my box (it won't). The last few weeks, I've been getting to sleep
- around 5:00, and I don't see why tonight should be any different.
-
- Tomorrow, I might do any number of things. I could go on a joyride around the
- state of Oregon. Alone. I could drive up to Portland and shop for books.
- Alone. I could go to the laundromat and wash my clothes. Alone. I could do
- what I've been thinking of doing for months--go to the airport, plunk down my
- credit card, and buy a ticket to some faraway place where American Express
- won't find me after I fail to pay the bill (I'm thinking of Togo--American
- passport holders don't need a visa to go there, and the yellow fever
- certificate which I got for my African travels of a few months ago [alone] is
- still valid, so I shouldn't have any problems). Needless to say, alone.
-
- I'd say my social life is in a shambles, except that I haven't got one.
-
- Apparently, it's not that I'm unattractive (although my pupils are dilated
- from the 20 milligrams of Prozac I take daily, for my dysthymia), or
- unhygenic, or unkind (I'm told that I'm a very compassionate man, and
- sometimes I belive it), or unintelligent, or uninteresting (I do tend to be
- pretty colorful, when I'm not feeling sorry for myself), or anything like
- that. What I am, apparently, is unapproachable. Almost nobody realizes how
- fuzzy and affectionate this kitty really is, beneath his sarcastic, mocking
- exterior. I have a total of two close friends. In my nearly 20 years of
- existence, I've never been anybody's best friend. Nobody has ever sent me
- flowers.
-
- And I am alone.
-
- * * * * *
-
- Sorry to inject so much angst into what is usually such a happy newsgroup.
-
- --Paul Curtis
-
- * * * * *
-
- P.S. to angsters: Betcha never thought you'd see a message from a.r.c. in
- this newsgroup, eh? <cynical grin>
-
- **back to lurking**
-
-