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There's just no polite way to say "Buy me things", is there?
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entry for 2002-07-22 (19:08)
In which our plucky young hero is aware that he is part of the problem, so please don't tell him.
A transcript of every conversation I have had in the past two months that did not involve work or food service:
"Hi, Doug. I'm someone who is offering you a chance to come out of your apartment for a while, be an actual human being, socialize with other people and maybe not spend all of your spare time feeling alienated, watching bad television before falling into unquiet dreams. This opportunity for much-needed human contact, which I'm all but shoving down your throat, is yours for the taking. What do you say?"
"Well, uh, I have work to do, and I'm really tired, and I'm saving up to move to Toronto, because once I'm there, my life will be really busy and fulfilling and I won't need to sit around my apartment feeling alienated. Thanks for the offer, though. Take care."
(after phone hangs up:) "I hate my life. Why is it so hard to meet people?"(Browse: previous or next. Notes: post or read.)
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