SO after a small and rather unrelated, but relevant as a whole none the less, I've come to a painful and depressing realization:
I'm that guy...
Or rather, I'm those guys. Hopefully you understand the term "That Guy", but here's a brief synopsis for you "boorzje-wah pleebs" (saw an episode of Nickelodeon's Doug, you know the one where Roger falls for Judy, an starts acting all Will Shakey for her...ahh, you know what I"m talking about):
That guy is a special moniker reserved for a person who, in defiance of all known etiquette and social rules (and some laws), does exaclty what shouldn't be done. All refers to the guy who draws attention to himself by being a moron.
Well, that's not the official ruling on the matter, but it's what I came up with at midnight, when I'm tired as shit (I know, I know, "Grandpa"). Anyways, yes, after taking a five-minute stock of my life, I've discovered I've become "That Guy" in a couple different facets.
Let's start with the simple:
1) "That guy who talks with another guy about...non-heterosexual situations" - a friend of mine once told me of a time when she was walking with these two other friends of mine when one blurts out, with no build up or proper segue, "Would you *beep* another guys *beep* for a million dollars?" now, there's many was you cuold fill in the censored beeps, but really, all of them grant equal "That Guy Status". She asked me if I ever did that with my other guy friends and I answered someting on the lines of: "No. *Beep* no."
Well damn my housemate if he doesn't pull a fast one on me. It starts off with a joke about...anyways (normally, I'm not this much a prude, but censoring everything heightens the effect of my explanation...bitch), and then he tells me about a conversation two friends of his had, "would it be gay if you [see above], but oyu were thinking about a girl?" Unconciously, I chime in. Dammit. And so I'm "That Guy" (though to a lesser degree).
2) "That facebook guy" - k, so here's the deal (i.e. me trying to justify why I'm not "That facebook guy", though really I am): I joined facebook for one club. Strike that, I originally joined facebook under an alias (though you won't find "Bart Allen" anymore) to give it a chance when a girl I know told me to look it over. Then I changed my name so that I could join a group...about teletubbies....you know what, i really have no defendable position... *sigh*...
3) "That I'll-do-it-at-home guy" - More and more I find i have the resources to do large projects at home rather than the labs at school. So when I start to get the least bit antsy...hmm...I could just do this at home and be waaayy more productive. Bullshit. Move on.
4) "That 'yeah-i-should-really-catch-up-with-that-person' guy" - Okay, I'm going to be really blatant here (which I guess makes me "That guy-who-tells-too-much-about-himself-in-public guy), but this one's about my ex. See, i always figured growing up that...well first of all i figured the first girl i met (in a romantic way) would be my wife FOREVER...in the event that I broke up with a girl, that I would try my damndest to stay cool and friends with her. And while that almost worked once (which promptly lead to bigger things...then bigger, worse things after that), I've yet to become re-friends with my one ex. See, it's not really about her, it's the madly depressing fact that I became, well, that guy I didn't want to be. There are people I know that have very deftly avoided this status, and I applaud them, but alas, not I. This is a personal "That Guy", cuz I know it's "okay if you don't keep up with everyone, including your ex's" but... *sigh* x2.
finally,
5) "That Bought-Too-Many-Toys Guy" - pushing aside the literal "toys" I have (legos, "action figures" and gundam models (my excuse for the last one is...I'm asian^__^ )), this past...crap, this past summer alone, i've bought a new steel-string acoustic guitar with on-board elctronics, more candy that I should have, more comics than I maybe should have, and a freakin new laptop. Now naturally, I have an increase in income to cover this crap, but still, damn. WHen my sister went out for her new Mac in college, i thought to my high school stuff "She should be saving her money for stuff...like rent!" Now me, I don't have to pay rent and shit (That annoying-I-have-a-scholarship-for-EVERYTHING Guy), but still... i should have held out. DAMN CITY OF HEROES FOR NOT RUNNING ON MY CURRENT LAPTOP!!! Uh...*ahem*... and uh damn MATLAB FOR NOT RUNNING FAST ENOUGH, THERE BY GIVING ME ACADEMIC SATISFACTION! (I know, weak, but so is everything I write here, so eat it).
So yeah, I'm that guy in at least 5 ways. How utterly depressing (especially the first one...and the forth one). If you have to know the truth, it really started with the forth one, but i soon realized the other 4 soon following.
So what's the good word? Simply: recognition. It's what I'm doing for my research this summer. Seriously, that's it.
And I guess *sigh* it might be good SOMETIMES to realize shit about yourself, I dunno, sounds like a f-ed up zen saying handed out in shopping malls, but I guess it's true. I could do stuff about some of these "Guys" i've become...time will tell.
K, I'm sleepy, slightly depressed now, and have work to do at 1am. Go'way now.
-MOno
P.S. Find these songs, listen to them (in this order), hear three songs I heard (in this order) come up randomly on my playlist:
- If Only She Knew - Michelle Branch (shut up)
- Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Les Miserables
- It's All About the Benjamins (Rock Remix) - Puff Daddy (feat. Foo Fighters)
- Wichita Lineman - Johnny Cash
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