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My first day of Monday classes for '09, yeesh. Three hours in the ancient world is interesting but quite draining, although somewhat made up for sitting next to my energetic friend Sarah in Celtic Mythology. She recently dyed her hair blond so she has a bit of a Billy Idol look about her.
So today I ran into a guy I met last year named Spencer. He's a nice guy who was in two of my classes but definitely a guy who ran in different circles. He said affably that "we should do something later this week." I took some e-cocaine and came up with a brilliant "likely not this week. I'm in classics, I don't have much free time to breathe even." *congenial laugh* "But message me on Facebook and we'll set something up." See, there, I most likely lied. I'm awful at making plans generally, lot alone via the temporal walls of Facebook. Am I a bad person? Maybe. The reason why we don't naturally act with radical honesty is because, I think, the slight possibility that I wasn't so callously brushing him off (whether it was an actual offer or a curteous offer) is so preferable that though we may consciously realize we're being brushed off any unpleasant feelings will be mitigated by the subconscious idea that at least I cared enough to lie. Horrible, right? Yes. But is a blunt, callous statement of "I don't want to hang out with you because I don't think we mesh that well" really that much better than a small lie and the same non-committal idea communicated? I dunno, this really is just a late-night ramble.
So today I ran into a guy I met last year named Spencer. He's a nice guy who was in two of my classes but definitely a guy who ran in different circles. He said affably that "we should do something later this week." I took some e-cocaine and came up with a brilliant "likely not this week. I'm in classics, I don't have much free time to breathe even." *congenial laugh* "But message me on Facebook and we'll set something up." See, there, I most likely lied. I'm awful at making plans generally, lot alone via the temporal walls of Facebook. Am I a bad person? Maybe. The reason why we don't naturally act with radical honesty is because, I think, the slight possibility that I wasn't so callously brushing him off (whether it was an actual offer or a curteous offer) is so preferable that though we may consciously realize we're being brushed off any unpleasant feelings will be mitigated by the subconscious idea that at least I cared enough to lie. Horrible, right? Yes. But is a blunt, callous statement of "I don't want to hang out with you because I don't think we mesh that well" really that much better than a small lie and the same non-committal idea communicated? I dunno, this really is just a late-night ramble.