--originally posted on my Myspace blog--
The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not.
-George Bernard Shaw
I went out to a couple bars tonight with my rad neighbor, D. We had had a few beers earlier---just enough to get the itch to go out and drink some more...It is still break here, and most of the students are still away, so the bars were not as busy as usual. Regardless, it was a cool bar to check out and my neighbor is such a good kid...It is great to go out again.
I realize as we are walking there that I have only been out 3 times since I've moved here. Twice with kids in my grad program who for the most part ----------------- (you know what I mean...I don't want to talk shit; older and accustomed to different lifestyles...)This was a somewhat upsetting realization-- Anyone at OU who knew me even only slightly would not believe that not only do I not have a social life, but also that I got the shittiest grades for the past semester...((Pigs are flying; Hell has frozen over)) If the old me randomly met the person whose life I lead here, now, she would have pitied me.
......Anyway--We had a few drinks there at that first bar and I ran into this boy I know from the absolutely most random situation I've had experience with.....too crazy and long of a story to write down right now (or perhaps ever)... He told us to go meet him and his roommate (whom I also know via this earlier insane craziness; this roommate is a trainwreck of a (frat)boy, but completely hot--the kind of guy you know will break your heart through his own self-destruction if not disapparation if you know what I mean; but so handsome and charming you'd still sleep with him knowing full well the kind of Romeo he fancies himself to be.... )
We met them, and ended up back at my place with some other friend of theirs and smoked some pot and chilled...
But they left rather abruptly, with yet another guy, whom I met just last night [---he stopped by to see my other neighbor and left his wallet at my place. Earlier in the afternoon he came by to get it....Then the kid turns out to be friends with the boys at my house. weird.---] after one of them explained the 'boy's night out' thing as they headed to a party and told me I shouldn't come...
"boys night out" doesn't work for me. I don't buy it... I really don't think I'm the kind of girl guys think they can treat like the dumb bitches they usually prefer just to date...It pissed me off bc it makes me wonder why, exactly, they behave/d with me the way they do. Obviously I was mistaken in thinking that these people actually are friends or had respect for me. I don't really know these kids at all and half believe that their friendliness is tonight. and may have been from the beginning, merely a method of mocking me--- in such a way that my lack of awareness is a joke ....I realize that I'm most likely being stupid; drunk and thinking about it too much...it is that these boys left when I first spent some time with them in just the same way...or at least left me feeling just the same...
I refused to acknowledge it then.
My point is this: I'm such a loser. Or feel as such.
Old Lis would never be feeling/thinking this way. Such a lack of confidence in myself and my thoughts is not something I'm used to...in any way at all....
Now, as of yesterday*, most of my energy is devoted to my overwhelming feelings of inadequacy in both an academic and social respect. Most of the time I'm aware of my Midwestern awkwardness, but not ashamed of it really, just conscious of it... I feel like I may as well have a giant neon sign above my head that reads "She's not from around here." As though everyone I pass on the street knows that I don't belong in this place and don't really know wtf is going on.I'm always comfortable in the weirdness that comes with being a Classics major...It takes a special sort of nerd to do what I do...But, frankly, I feel that I'm a bit more of a (socially) normal chick than the majority.....and still pretty cool, if I do say so myself.
It is the isolation that comes from not only being a grad student, but one who spends all her time reading, discussing and teaching dead languages, as well as feeling as though I don't belong in the South...or at (this university)...this is what gets to me...what makes me feel like such a loser...
the combination of these things doesn't get to me always...I understand that I only do this overanalyzing after the fact for brief periods of time & am quite capable of pretending I don't feel like shit--so much so that I've almost convinced myself....
I can tell as I attempt to proofread this that the alcohol tonight is allowing me this psuedo- self righteous indignancy...and incoherance.... sorry y'all
Though I'd swear that somebody has to understand what I'm trying to say....
enough...I'll either delete this entry or clarify later...for now, I'll allow myself to sleep and forget this helplessness
sweet dreams
*to be explained later.....