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2/26/2002
The Good, The Bad, The Pathetic, and The Pitiful
I got my brand new FREE computer and set it up over the weekend. It's a Sony Vaio with a 19" (18" view) flatscreen monitor, DVD-RW, CD-ROM, 80 GB hard drive, 256 MB RAM, Pentium 4 2GHZ. I played Dark Age of Camelot all weekend without one slow down. It made for a most enjoyable weekend, except for one thing. The first email I read on my new computer was from a mailing list I belong to called Chigoth. It is the main mailing list for Chicago Area Industrial/Goth events. The email I read was about a garage sale for two people moving to New Orleans in two weeks - one of the two people happens to be the person I thought was my best friend in the city. We don't get a lot of opportunity to talk to each other or hang out because of our complicated schedules, but I thought it was one of those ageless friendships. Obviously it wasn't if she is leaving the city without telling me. She was one of the three reasons I moved to Chicago in the first place. I love Jen a lot and I know the last 8 years here haven't been good to her and the change of venue will hopefully be a good change for her. I'm just bothered that I had to find out about it through a third party email.

This is my last city friend to go. Now all my "close" friends live halfway across the country, all my 'good' friends live way out in the suburbs, and all I have left is Therese - which isn't the same because she doesn't exactly have the same interests as me. This almost feels as bad as when you break up with someone and realize you sacrificed all your other friendships to be with that person and now you have nothing.

I find it difficult to make friends with people because of my severe misanthropy, cynicism, and selfishness. I fundamentally just don't care about people I've just met. Invariably whenever I meet someone I think is sorta cool, he wigs out on me. He'll either have a monofixation (all he talks about is cars, or computers, or Gwar concerts) or he relates stories to me that make me want to back away slowly ("There was this time when I was 25 and picked up this 15 year old chick as she got out from school.")

Or I fall into the 'typical guy' syndrome. I don't like sports. Typical Guy does. I don't like sitting in bars drinking, as I prefer to be in clubs dancing. Typical Guy has his favorite bar where everyone knows his name. I'm not the typical guy, most men aren't, but everyone who wants to be my friend tends to be the 'typical guy'. "Hey, Sean, wanna go out to Rush Street Bar #3, get a beer after which we can head over to Hooters for some food?" Shoot me dead now, please. I guess this sort of solidifies my decision to take the Improv classes. At least I am sort of guaranteed to meet some unusual people there.

My other core problem is I make friends with girls easier than guys, but girls don't tend to like to do all the things I like (gaming for one). I think I spent so many years of my life trying to learn how to meet women that I've got that part honed. Meeting guy friends, apart from going to a bath house because I want guy friends but not in that way, is difficult.

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