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[Sowelu]

Way to be creepy, internet.  <3

All I can say about dating pools in math/engineering circles, though:  "The odds are good, but the goods are odd."

[Vector]

Unluckily for everyone who knows me, after that year or so I turn into a thing that wants hugs all the time =/

And, well... since I'm a member of that technical circle, I have to say it seems like a situation where similars attract.

[Sowelu]

Unluckily for everyone who knows me, after that year or so I turn into a thing that wants hugs all the time =/

And, well... since I'm a member of that technical circle, I have to say it seems like a situation where similars attract.

And "affection: you gives me nao" is unusual how, exactly?  Actually, more than anything it's a thing that college does to you.  People seem to level out on this stuff once they're out of school, no matter when that is (HS, bachelor, PhD...)

[Vector]

Not quite that bad.  I suspect I am using an unexpected definition of "all the time."

[Bauglir]

Is it "must be forcibly removed with a crowbar"? I have a friend like that. No complaints here!

[Vector]

Nah.  I just, you know, like to have my head patted and stuff.


EDIT: Pats on the head, curry, and the occasional book are basically enough to purchase my loyal friendship for life =/

[Bauglir]

Well, I'm moving to Berkeley, clearly. I have or possess the capability to create these things in abundance, and clearly that's sufficient justification. >______>

Unless you don't like your curry sweet, in which case I'm afraid we'll clearly destroy each other in some sort of cooking battle and HOW THE HELL DID THAT GET POSTED.

In case nobody saw, my computer somehow decided I'd clicked post when I'd done nothing of the kind while I was editing.

[Christes]

This thread has taken a decidedly strange turn.

[Euld]

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Dear Future Self:
Hey it's me again!
The date is October 7, 2011.  I work at Resource Plus and McDonalds.  I attend the Seattle Art Institute in hopes of becoming a game designer.  I have a bachelor's in English from EWU, but it didn't help much.  I'm not entirely satisfied with my life.  I want to change things, but I'm having trouble accepting that things will not be entirely enjoyable for quite some time.  I suspect I have a hearing and eyesight problem.  Besides the extra earwax buildup and the glasses.  I have trouble understanding people with accents, they get angry when I ask them to repeat themselves.  My eyes do his odd thing where everything suddenly seems far away, but not, yet close, but far away again.  Accompanied by nausea.  I live with my parents and my older brother.  My little brother is married to a woman I don't particularly like.  Something is very off about her, she just... doesn't seem like she belongs with our family.

Bastion is the most amazing game I've played in a long time.  I'm listening to the OST now.  Are you different now?  More focused?  Smarter?  Better?  I have trouble focusing.  I should be in bed right now, but I'm not.  McDonalds finally gave me a weekly weekend schedule, so I will actually have time for homework now.  Maybe.  I hate working for McDonalds.  Sure I need the paycheck.  But it feels like such a waste, so much unhealthy food to so many people.  Why do people buy soda for their children's happy meals?  Are you happy?  Is it possible for me to inject how I currently feel into this page so you can have a taste later?  I feel like my soul is covered in rock, and it's grinding against the limits of my mind and body.  In a bad way.  The limits aren't going anywhere.  If anything, the limits are getting more calloused.  I miss the days when I had entire days to myself.  I want independence again.  I want to be happy again.  My college friends... they're so far away.  I miss them.

I hope you made new friends by now.  Don't be afraid.  You are very afraid, all the time.  I don't want to nag you.  I know I hate being nagged.  When you read this, do I seem wiser, or do you seem wiser?  Have you found a man to fall in love with?  Did you go back to being a Christian?  Please be happy.  I can say a million things, but they won't say the one thing I want to.  Are you happy?  I feel so alone.  I feel like I have no outlet for my artistic expression.  Resource Plus gives me that.  McDonalds does not.  AiS will teach me how to do it better.  Escape with me.  Let's go someplace.  Let's play on the swings.  They're so small now.  Still fun.  Remember when I thought it was a great accomplishment that I learn to start swinging by myself?  For some reason, I decided it was a skill I needed, and I learned it.  I remember when I was so short, my feet didn't reach the ground from the swing.  Because my feet didn't reach, I learned a new skill.  I'm going to bed.

[Hippoman]

That sir, is the longest most in-depth post in this topic.

[Euld]

I couldn't help myself xD

[Tack]

Wow, that is so on track that it actually puts me to shame.

Also, about 100% of my female friends absolutely hate being patted on the head.

[Vector]

Also, about 100% of my female friends absolutely hate being patted on the head.

Their loss :I

[Blargityblarg]

Also, about 100% of my female friends absolutely hate being patted on the head.

I try to pass it off as random ostrich testing- ostriches have very thin skulls, and a good tap on the crown can kill them.

[Aqizzar]

Also, about 100% of my female friends absolutely hate being patted on the head.

Their loss :I

I remember seeing this commercial from the 1950's, where some housewife is all excited about how clean her laundry is with their new detergent.  When the husband comes home, he affectionately pats her on the head.  It reminded me way to much of how one would pet an animal.  And then I thought, y'know I wonder why people don't like being petted.  I guess some do.