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Buckin' for a relapse
Mar. 16th, 2005 12:23 pmWell, I boldly claimed I was aww betta on Sunday... Wrong. Slept through my alarm today and woke up hacking up a lung with one sinus housing an entrenched, elite sect of the enemy. Righto.
Anyway, last night one David Alexander Sinkler got in touch with me for the first time in about three years - not that I've been trying to keep up with him particularly, since I don't do very well at keeping up with folks anyway...
We yakked for a few hours while I worked on grinding a trollish priest I want to use for RP up out of the newbie zone. Slowest Run Ever, since I was busy chatting with him. He's jobless in the Seattle area, looking for techwork through the mindnumbing haze that is WoW. He's got a level 60 mage, and I need say no more there.
He's contemplating moving down to CA. I'd love to help him, but he'd need a job, and, well, I have no idea what his skill level is. He's got a BA in MIS, which is not bad atall, and is interested in non-programming work with computers. I told him I'd put feelers out.
Crazy stuff, tho. Alex was my best friend for a looong time; we drifted apart over a few years after we stopped going to the same school, and after I started being friends with Joey Hildebrandt. Joey was charismatic, but a jerk, and somehow made making fun of friends seem fun, even when lines were crossed and I managed to hurt them. I dragged a lot of guilt around for a while after I realized what Joey was and dropped him like a hot rock. But that's neither here nor there. David (as he thinks of himself now, after years of college professors calling him by his first name ground his resolve away) reminds me of older, simpler times, and it'd be cool if we ended up getting back in touch, or if he moved down here.
Huh. Of course, thinking about Alex and Joey makes me think about John, who, I've decided, is the poster boy for Unhappy Christians Everywhere. Adopted, raised Christian, the whole bit, and apparently raised to suppress any feelings he had; after being friends with him for many years, I emailed him shortly after getting into college to try to get back in touch with him, and got back a response that blew me away.
I've long since lost the email, but it basically said that he felt I was the single worst person he'd ever met, that I was irredeemable, utterly self-absorbed, and a total asshole that he never wanted to hear from again.
I should get in touch with him again one of these days. I couldn't respond to him back then, since I would have just been angry and confused, but nevertheless, without a response I don't have closure, and I would be interested in figuring out what made him decide I was such an awful man.
I mean, damn, I think I pretty much rock, nowadays. Few rough edges herenthere, a bit of an ego, but definitely not the antichrist, me. Eh. *shrugs* I'm rambling. Latta folks.
Anyway, last night one David Alexander Sinkler got in touch with me for the first time in about three years - not that I've been trying to keep up with him particularly, since I don't do very well at keeping up with folks anyway...
We yakked for a few hours while I worked on grinding a trollish priest I want to use for RP up out of the newbie zone. Slowest Run Ever, since I was busy chatting with him. He's jobless in the Seattle area, looking for techwork through the mindnumbing haze that is WoW. He's got a level 60 mage, and I need say no more there.
He's contemplating moving down to CA. I'd love to help him, but he'd need a job, and, well, I have no idea what his skill level is. He's got a BA in MIS, which is not bad atall, and is interested in non-programming work with computers. I told him I'd put feelers out.
Crazy stuff, tho. Alex was my best friend for a looong time; we drifted apart over a few years after we stopped going to the same school, and after I started being friends with Joey Hildebrandt. Joey was charismatic, but a jerk, and somehow made making fun of friends seem fun, even when lines were crossed and I managed to hurt them. I dragged a lot of guilt around for a while after I realized what Joey was and dropped him like a hot rock. But that's neither here nor there. David (as he thinks of himself now, after years of college professors calling him by his first name ground his resolve away) reminds me of older, simpler times, and it'd be cool if we ended up getting back in touch, or if he moved down here.
Huh. Of course, thinking about Alex and Joey makes me think about John, who, I've decided, is the poster boy for Unhappy Christians Everywhere. Adopted, raised Christian, the whole bit, and apparently raised to suppress any feelings he had; after being friends with him for many years, I emailed him shortly after getting into college to try to get back in touch with him, and got back a response that blew me away.
I've long since lost the email, but it basically said that he felt I was the single worst person he'd ever met, that I was irredeemable, utterly self-absorbed, and a total asshole that he never wanted to hear from again.
I should get in touch with him again one of these days. I couldn't respond to him back then, since I would have just been angry and confused, but nevertheless, without a response I don't have closure, and I would be interested in figuring out what made him decide I was such an awful man.
I mean, damn, I think I pretty much rock, nowadays. Few rough edges herenthere, a bit of an ego, but definitely not the antichrist, me. Eh. *shrugs* I'm rambling. Latta folks.
