No means ... go away.
Jul. 16th, 2005 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katekatThere's always one. Always. One person in my class who, no matter how nice they are or how gentle of spirit, always set my teeth on edge. Usually it has nothing to do with appearance or age or anything like that - just a personality or occasinally a tone of voice. Whatever it is, I end up feeling as if they're dragging their nails across the chalkboard everytime they open their mouths to speak.
It's not really an active thing though - just a niggling feeling that sits at the back of my brain.
I make a conscious effort not to act like it. Just because they drive me up the wall doesn't mean they aren't probably deeply interesting people. Or, even if they're not, at least they're capable of being hurt and I'm not trying to belittle them. So I hate them from the privacy of my own mind, and put up that happy polite front.
That polite front does not, however, extend to wanting to be their friends. Dear god no.
So when the guy who drove me nuts in the last class every time he opened his mouth decided he wanted to walk me back to my car this week, my brain about melted down. "I don't understand?!" I wanted to yell, "Why don't you leave me alone? I don't talk to you in class, I respond when you say hello, but I don't make an effort to become your friend. I practice with you when I have to, but I could care less about your financial problems with the university, your case of pink eye (EWE), or your issues with physical rehabilitation. Go AWAY."
And yet... somehow I didn't say any of those things. I was as rude as I could be, yet somehow not rude enough.
The crowning glory of all of this unwanted attention? Two days ago he asked me if I'd drive him to the grocery store sometime.
I'm not even sure if the guy knows my first name. And he wants me to be his chauffeur. Finally, though, it was something I could say no to. And so I did. In the firmest NO I could muster.
If he tries this whole friendship approach again, however, I may be forced to run before I say something even I won't like.
It's not really an active thing though - just a niggling feeling that sits at the back of my brain.
I make a conscious effort not to act like it. Just because they drive me up the wall doesn't mean they aren't probably deeply interesting people. Or, even if they're not, at least they're capable of being hurt and I'm not trying to belittle them. So I hate them from the privacy of my own mind, and put up that happy polite front.
That polite front does not, however, extend to wanting to be their friends. Dear god no.
So when the guy who drove me nuts in the last class every time he opened his mouth decided he wanted to walk me back to my car this week, my brain about melted down. "I don't understand?!" I wanted to yell, "Why don't you leave me alone? I don't talk to you in class, I respond when you say hello, but I don't make an effort to become your friend. I practice with you when I have to, but I could care less about your financial problems with the university, your case of pink eye (EWE), or your issues with physical rehabilitation. Go AWAY."
And yet... somehow I didn't say any of those things. I was as rude as I could be, yet somehow not rude enough.
The crowning glory of all of this unwanted attention? Two days ago he asked me if I'd drive him to the grocery store sometime.
I'm not even sure if the guy knows my first name. And he wants me to be his chauffeur. Finally, though, it was something I could say no to. And so I did. In the firmest NO I could muster.
If he tries this whole friendship approach again, however, I may be forced to run before I say something even I won't like.
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Date: 2005-07-16 08:03 pm (UTC)Ok, that's enough teasing. Lord, how annoying. The only good thing is that folks like that usually are so thick that what sounds really harsh to us is like daily conversation to them.
Want me to come beat him up? xox
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Date: 2005-07-16 08:13 pm (UTC)AEHEHEHEEH NO! Although I think you may be right. But I've made copious mention of the boyfriend too, so hopefully that will crush all of *those* thoughts.
But you're right about the thick factor. And about the annoyance. Oh well, we only have four weeks left of this class and then I'm free. Hopefully.
And if it gets any worse, I'll take you up on that!
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Date: 2005-07-16 08:31 pm (UTC)Seriously, you need to nip this in the bud, now. If he sets your teeth on edge this much there's something your subconscious is trying to tell you.
(refrains from crowing The Sitting In A Tree song)
-BJ
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Date: 2005-07-16 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 12:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 12:32 am (UTC)-BJ
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Date: 2005-07-17 12:13 am (UTC)And thanks from refraining... I might've had to run over there and kick you. Gently, of course, but ...
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Date: 2005-07-17 12:54 am (UTC)Homework. Drag.
-BJ
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Date: 2005-07-17 03:25 am (UTC)and homework sucks ass, but hey, I finished what I wanted to today, so I'm now unleashed! Yippee!
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Date: 2005-07-16 10:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 03:38 am (UTC)Nothing says no better than a nice blast of pepper stray. The choad is probably used to it by now. Give him the works!
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Date: 2005-07-17 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 03:51 am (UTC)What is it about him that drives you up the wall?
I bet he isn't a really wonderful person at heart. He sounds like a total loser. Your subconscious is hardly ever wrong.
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Date: 2005-07-17 04:55 am (UTC)He screws up the excercises. He asks those questions that some jackass in class always has to ask (or there's always someone who does) that are so repetative you want to smack him in the back of the head. Usually he asks them about 10 minutes after the teacher's already gone over that. And so I want to say to him "if you'd have just been paying attention, she just said that 5 minutes ago." I had to practice with him all last quarter, and he can't even get through an excercise. I mean, now that we know some japanese, it's not that hard to read a sentence, but he can't. Oh, and there are these japanese words that are supposed to be the english equivalent of "um"... he uses them EVERY time he has to say something. Every single time. It's annoying. He barges into conversations, he doesn't listen to the other people in our class, and he does that obnoxious sucking up to the teacher crap (apparanently he was born in Okinawa and his mom's japanese, but you wouldn't know that because he's worse at japanese than i am.)
See? Nails on the chalkboard. At least my friend Joel finally thinks he's a turd too, so we roll our eyes at him now when he does or says something stupid.
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Date: 2005-07-17 06:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-17 07:33 am (UTC)I wish you the best luck with him *petpet*
~e!