Yknow what's funny? When I get depressed, I stop being able to do anything, more less. As in - I can do work and stuff from the confines of my room, but even going to the shop becomes a challenge. As such, I become immobilised. As a result of that, I become even more depressed. Rinse, repeat, thrombophlebitis at the ripe old age of 23. Well fuck. During my last visit home, my mom managed to finally motivate me to plant that well-needed kick on my ass and start moving again, go to the pool and stuff.
Still, the split second I get lazy or whatever, the vicious cycle will set in again, woohoo. I'll try to just keep it going. I'll have it easier when I move on campus for the summer.
Anyway, continuing the post - I went to the pool today. Was neat. Did half a kilometre without stopping once. Not that impressive, I know, but I'm a fat bastard, so it's pretty neat for me. Afterwards I could barely move, but it was extremely rewarding. So I was on the bus stop dying, and in walks a neat-o lady. Like 90% of the ladies I find attractive, she was caucasian, callipygous and dark-haired. And she got on the same bus as me.
Well, dandy. I spent the first half of the bus ride motivating myself to get off my ass and go to her and start up a chat. No stupid pick-up lines, no nothing, just blunt honesty. Ay you, you caught my eye at the bus stop, my name is Rumpy and I'm very pleased to meet you. What do I get to know about her? Nothing at all. Hell, even if I'd met her at a Dinosaur Jr gig or whatever it wouldn't necessarily mean she enjoys Dinosaur Jr. All I have that I can go from is the way she looks, and anybody with half a brain will know it and understand it and the getting to know each other part starts, maybe resulting in something pretty damn interesting.
After much repeating of "dude, sucking at something is the first step to being kind of good at something" in my head, I charged in. Of course, no ordered sentence came out. Just some random blabber, I think I pronounced "eye" right and that's that. Typical British courtesy upon my arrival quickly turned into a prompt "well, I'm minding my own business" ice-cold reply and turning away. Back to the drawing board. First step to being kind of good at something, long journey ahead of me.
No Cooking with Rumpy this time, go order a pizza or something. I need to wallow in self-pity over how bad I am with the ladies kthx.
