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- From: cliffs@playroom.East.Sun.COM (Cliff Skolnick)
- Newsgroups: alt.angst
- Subject: Re: I feel weird
- Date: 22 Dec 1992 05:25:51 GMT
- Organization: Uncle Ben & Aunt Jemima's Broom Closet
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- [This is not me, but Julie using my account]
-
- To the original poster, SO of bonk,
-
- Speaking of angst, I'm approaching trying to figure out this thing.
- I'll be moving to the San Fransisco bay area in the next few weeks
- with my (not) boyfriend (not so if something happens between us, i
- will experience less angst and guilt--or theoretically) Your
- angst-filled message has made me both worried about my move, and
- more sure of myself. When I lived at home between college breaks
- not so long ago, I sat around alot without a job,In a similar
- predicament--no friends (all moved),parents giving me heat and
- guilt and I sat around, but I didn't watch soaps--maybe that's a
- large contributor. Soaps can only make you feel worse, unless
- you're shallow and think only of your nail color, and cute hunky
- men. That's what my high-school friends were like who watched
- soaps. But then, of late, when I've sat home on a weekend because
- all my friends (the few, but close ones I have) were busy, I've
- taken to watching Beverly Hills 90210, which is pretty scary, since
- I consider myself a liteary person, and feel guilty for watching
- vacant (yet moral) television shows when I should be reading great
- classics instead. All I can say is I don't walk down the street
- and say hi to strangers. In fact, I'm afraid to say hi to people
- I've met once, or who I've not seen in awhile, because I'm afraid
- they won't recognize me or won't say hi back, and then I'll feel
- really stupid. And now I'll have to find a job and interview with
- my less than perfect interpersonal skills. I just looked in a San
- Francisco Sunday paper that I picked up at the corner bookstore,
- and from the job listings, I think you'll be searching for a long
- time for that perfect job if you rely on the papers. Finding a
- good job comes through luck and persistance, and you have to talk
- to people. Or, a better solution that I like, is find a person who
- is really sociable, and have that person introduce you to all kinds
- of people. My friend Darryl introduced me to my current (not)
- boyfriend, as well as to most of my current close friends. You
- need Darryl. I'll see if he's willing to contract himself out
- (just kidding). But I'm anxious because now I'll have to find a
- new Darryl, and I don't even remember how I came to strike up a
- conversation with him more than once, so I can't even give you a
- hint. Maybe, if you have a balcony, you can through water balloons
- at people as they walk by. The one who knocks on your door in a
- rage is your best bet, because he or she had the balls to yell at
- a perfect stranger in her own home. Also, have you tried asking
- people on these networks if they know someone (who knows someone
- who knows someone...) if they have a job opening somewhere? I like
- this medium, because I don't have to see or talk to the people, I
- can just write and edit, so even if I come off stupid, I can
- pretend I meant it that way with an authoritative tone that
- wouldn't be possible in person or over the phone. In fact, I was
- going to suggest meeting you when I get out there in February, but
- that would be a bad idea because the angst the fear of meeting an
- unkown face would cause me would force me to buy an entire new
- wardrobe because my deoderant would give out and the sweat pouring
- down my armpits would stain all my shirts, giving me something new
- to stress out about. Not to mention the fear of being in an
- elevator with body odor, like the commercials show.
- --
- Cliff Skolnick | "Different colors, different shades,
- cliffs@sun.com | over each mistakes were made, I took the blame
- (716) 385-5049 | Directionless, so plain to see. A loaded gun
- I think. I am. | won't set you free, so you say." - Joy Division
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