Monday, March 29, 2004

An open letter to girls who think I like them:

Dear Ladies,

I'm sorry if you have misinterpreted any of my actions as a gesture of affection for you. I genuinely feel that we can be very good friends, but I'm sure that's inhibited by you thinking that I have feelings for you. Let me assure you that this is not the case.

I understand how you could be confused. I hug and touch a lot, I sometimes do it with guys even though that's a little fruity. If we are alone talking, there's probably physical contact; I feel that I am much more receptive to what someone is thinking or feeling if I throw in that extra sense. If there is a lot of contact it just means that I am trying extra hard to understand you.

If you're reading this, and you think that I may be writing to you, then I am. You may still be unsure so I thought I might explain why. These are concrete reasons why I don't have any interest: if you've dated a friend of mine within the last three months, or I know that a friend of mine likes you; if I consider you a friend but have never made any reference to you encouraging, motivating, or understanding me; or if I have ever previously pursued a relationship with you, and I'm not still in that process.

Even if I don't like you, I'm not foolish enough to rule out the idea that something may happen, but it would not have any long term significance. I'm sure that still makes you apprehensive about hanging out with me. Let me clarify that a little as well: If you've been drinking, it's not going to happen. If you're depressed, it's not going to happen. If you are a skank, look like a dude, or have mental issues, it's not going to happen.

If I've just met you, then the book may be open, and chances are if you are reading this, I probably think your pretty cool, but it doesn't mean I like you. If I like you, I'm going to be scared to touch you, and I've almost certainly told you how I felt already. I will not pursue being with a woman, but I will go to lengths you can't imagine to be a friend. So if I am your friend, or you want me to be, just appreciate what I do. I'm the most innocent adult male you'll ever find.

Your Friend,
Rory Sant

The point is I'm a good friend. If you can't let me be a friend because you think I want more, then upon your realization of that, I am incapable of being anything but a friend.

  Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Edmonson found our letters to self! Remember these, the letters we wrote days before initiation to the future (graduated) versions of ourselves. I've diligently looked for them the last two years. With it discovered, I thought I would share some of mine:

I want friends, I want to know good guys, I want to be surprised and pranked... I am simple [that's an understatement], there is a lot I want, but I need little.

I have the letters from Alpha Epsilon and Alpha Zeta, I think Alpha Delta's might be in the office still. Let me know if you want yours.

  Monday, March 22, 2004

One evening in eight grade I had just completed my algebra homework, but I had a thirst for more. Morris (our math teacher) had provided us with a print out of all the homework for the next few chapters and for whatever reason I tackled the entire thing that night: this is a couple dozen assignments. Getting this far ahead afforded me the privilege of never having to take my book home again, I high commodity amongst teenage boys.

I decreed that day that when I am excited about something I will do it until I'm not excited about it anymore. Over time this idea evolved into the thinking that if I'm not excited about something I will put it off until I am. Somewhere in there a sort of obsessive compulsiveness entered into the mix, and so when I would finally end putting something off I would try and complete all the old stuff first. This isn't a very good thing when you start applying it to overdue homework and books that are no longer part of a discussion. Because of this it's on my agenda to finish my notes for Crime and Punishment, read seven chapters for 11th grade Social Studies, and balance my checkbook for the last five years. The more I put these off the more daunting the task becomes and the less I ever want to do them.

At some point in time you just have to let some things go. I haven't blogged for almost a month, but I couldn't have any less stories to tell. Things have been awesome, but I've been concerned with the quality that those stories would have in post form. I also know that blogging about the lack of or difficulty blogging is the first step down the staircase of blogging doom, but believe me when I proclaim that this page will not follow the same path as Minufo's, Jim's, or Martin's.

The only point in saying all this is that I'm not going to worry about all the things over the last three weeks that I want to tell everybody. I went to DC and now I'm in Terre-Haute sleeping on Brandt's couch and looking for a job; that just about covers all the logistics. The rest of the good stuff isn't really time dependent and they will only get published when I feel that they have been expressed in a way that truly conveys what is about them that I find so great. From now on there will most likely be a significant time delay on my well considered posts. I will no longer go back, I will only go forward: it's called being progressive, and it makes me giggle.