{"id":89,"date":"2005-12-01T23:02:31","date_gmt":"2005-12-02T05:02:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blue-monster.ath.cx\/?p=89"},"modified":"2008-02-13T22:12:57","modified_gmt":"2008-02-14T04:12:57","slug":"il-fait-beau","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/?p=89","title":{"rendered":"Il fait beau."},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yet again, it takes the prodding of Matty to get me to post. I always think about it, but I just never do it. It seems like I&#8217;m always waiting for something cool to write about. And when I have something that I want to write about, I don&#8217;t want to freak anybody out. Oh well, we&#8217;ll just shoot from the hip. If people stop talking to me, I guess that&#8217;s just a little more time that I&#8217;ll have to do other things, like sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I have a cold. As a result, my voice is pretty sexy right now, I think. That came in handy when I guest-starred on Aaron&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/listen.to\/waug\" target=\"blank\">WAUG<\/a> show on Wednesday for an hour. I thought it was a lot of fun being on the radio. There was basically no pressure since our transmitter is operating at such low wattage that you can&#8217;t really hear the station unless you&#8217;re sitting within 30 feet of the building, and most (if not all) of the Shoutcast listeners are friends of Aaron&#8217;s from his WoW guild. I had a lot of fun doing the broadcast for a bit, and I&#8217;m under the impression that people enjoyed my radio presence and that I will be invited back. I would like that. I think I&#8217;m going to grab the rip from Aaron, so if you&#8217;re interested in hearing my first radio show, I guess Aaron or myself could indulge you.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m in an acting class, and there&#8217;s a bunch of silly characters in there. You&#8217;d think that maybe I would have made a fool of myself by now, but I&#8217;ve been surprisingly reserved so far. I think it&#8217;s going to take some time before I come out of my shell, but that&#8217;s because I&#8217;m not entirely comfortable with a lot of the people. At least Eddie&#8217;s in there. That&#8217;s going to be some shit, lemme tell you what.<\/p>\n<p>French is still cool. We&#8217;re doing some sweet shit right now with commands and past tense and stuff so I might actually be able to say things i want to say, like &#8220;kill yourself&#8221; and &#8220;I was so hungry that I could have eaten a raw baby.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Macroeconomics is a godsend. Do you know what we did on the second day of class? We reviewed 7th grade Algebra. That&#8217;s right: slopes, lines, intersections&#8230; HELL YES I AM IN MFING HEAVEN.<\/p>\n<p>Now we&#8217;re into the heavy shit:<\/p>\n<p>I am friggin confused. I wish I could figure out what is up with the whole &#8216;human emotions&#8217; thing, cuz then I wouldn&#8217;t need to be confused. The trouble is, I can&#8217;t quite tell what I&#8217;m feeling right now. I really wish there was a way to quantify human emotion. I suppose I could work on that. I bet I&#8217;d make a lot of money if I got something working. Tough shit, for now it&#8217;s all speculation.<\/p>\n<p>I like someone. A girl, in fact. When I spend time with said girl, I have a good time. When I am not with said girl things do remind me of her, I do think of her, etc. The problem is that when I compare how I feel with how I have felt in the past, I&#8217;m not sure what the deal is. I compare what I feel with things that I have felt in the past, and I can&#8217;t even tell if I&#8217;m fooling myself into believing that I am romantically interested in her just because I like to spend time with her and she&#8217;s cute. It&#8217;s just that I&#8217;ve been attracted to someone before who I felt that I just connected with on levels that I couldn&#8217;t explain, and it felt so incredibly right that in comparison, nothing else feels the same. <\/p>\n<p>Pessimistic Mark says: <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Too bad you lost what could have been the best thing ever, you really fucked yourself there. It&#8217;s not coming back and nothing will replace it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Optimistic Mark says:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The law of big numbers says that there&#8217;s got to be at least one more person out there that can make you feel like she did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>And finally, realistic\/analytical Mark says:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Who are you to say that you know or don&#8217;t know who it is that could make you feel like she did. Just because you don&#8217;t feel it now doesn&#8217;t mean that it can&#8217;t happen with this new girl.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Thus ensues my dilemma. I don&#8217;t want to start something if I don&#8217;t know that I&#8217;ll be willing and able to see it through to completion. The risk of it scares me. I know, I know&#8230; &#8220;don&#8217;t be such a poon,&#8221; you&#8217;re saying, but it&#8217;s not the risk of hurting myself that really concerns me. It&#8217;s the risk of hurting <em>her<\/em>. I&#8217;ve broken hearts before and I don&#8217;t want to do it again if I don&#8217;t have to. It doesn&#8217;t feel good.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, the biggest catch here: I don&#8217;t even know if she likes me.<\/p>\n<p>Would I be being unfair to her to pursue my feelings even though I&#8217;m not entirely sure as to their nature?<br \/>\nWould I be settling if I pursued something perhaps within my grasp even though there&#8217;s a remote chance that something better could come along?<br \/>\nAm I being an idiot?<\/p>\n<p>Silver lining to a dark cloud: I think I&#8217;ve figured out why nice guys finish last.<\/p>\n<p>No, it&#8217;s not because they&#8217;re always waiting until I update my blog to do something.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yet again, it takes the prodding of Matty to get me to post. I always think about it, but I just never do it. It seems like I&#8217;m always waiting for something cool to write about. And when I have something that I want to write about, I don&#8217;t want to freak anybody out. Oh &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/?p=89\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Il fait beau.<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=89"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=89"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=89"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/almost.solutions\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=89"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}