Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

11 April 2011

What's your favorite color that's not a color?

So we're gonna go around the circle and introduce ourselves. Everybody tell us your name, where you're from, where you go to school, for what, and what year you are, or where you work and what your job is, and...

Everybody needs a good icebreaker.

Between college, church-related activities, and [what I can only describe as the retarded hybrid test-tube baby of spontaneity, whimsy, the inability to say 'no', and an awkward introvert's varied attempts to be social], I have found myself in more of these self-interrogation circles than I ever would have imagined, much less could possibly count.

The questions asked are remarkably predictable (and alliterative)– Who: Your name, of course. What: do you do? Job and/or major. Where: are you from, or where do you work/go to school. When: How long have you been doing whatever it is you do?/What year in school are you? and finally, Wildcard: You thought I was going to say "Why", didn't you? WRONG. (One of those Ws may be omitted, especially if answers are expected to be similar.)

Who makes sense. Names are helpful. What/where/when are smalltalk standards, good to get out early, as a function of our culture more-so than actually being relevant to substantive conversation. The Wildcard question is where things get interesting.
The Wildcard is, as you might guess, at the discretion of the group leader or organizer. They might go for profound (ie: most memorable something-or-other), immediate (ie: highs & lows of the past week), or just silly (ie: favorite breakfast cereal). The more groups you do this with, the more they get redundant, so you try to think of new and interesting questions.

A few years ago, I found myself in one of those recurring events for which the group varies so we were used to doing the go-round each time for the benefit of new members, but on this particular occasion, it was a smallish group and we all knew each other, at least as far as the standard Ws went, so the group leader posed what might be considered the ultimate icebreaker: Come up with an icebreaker. We each thought of a question, and everyone answered each. Some were goofy, some forgettable, some awkward. Mine quickly became my favorite thing to ask people. :)

What's your favorite color that's not a color?

I couldn't explain it well enough, so the lousy approximation that came out of my mouth was as much riddle as inquiry. It became as much about trying to see who understood my brain to "get it right" as people actually sharing their favorites, and after a few attempts at explaining it, my friend Elliott seems to be convinced that the question is entirely subjective and dependent on my brain, Jeff thinks we should put it to a vote, and only a few people seem to be catching the general drift of the question's intent. (I think Rachel knows what I mean.) So it's time to try to put this into words that are valid outside my brain.

"What's your favorite color?" is a common enough question, and while interesting, and I love colors, the vocabulary that answers that question is so limited. "Blue", "red", "orange", even "teal" are so vague, and tell me so little about what a person is actually liking.

Even more specific color names like "sky blue" or "brick red" describe only the hue and maybe shade of the color at best. But they're really just largely-arbitrary labels assigned to a generally-accepted range of wavelengths in the visible spectrum. A sky blue car looks very different than a sky blue t-shirt, and neither actually looks the same as a sky blue sky. Color needs context.

What I'm interested in is not the label attached to the range of hues you usually prefer, but the whole and specific swatch of reality you find most visually appealing. It's not cobalt blue, but cobalt blue glass... not brown, but the last half-inch of black coffee in a white mug... not just orange, or even soft orange, but Jim's orange sweater. Big threatening clouds just before a sudden storm. That red plastic water bottle. Antique silver dinnerware. Polished mahogany. Even more complex things that don't fit into traditional color names, like "Oil slick in the parking lot" or "the tv screen when it's off" or Royal Stewart Tartan.

There's depth to it. Texture. The way the light plays with a surface. It's specific, so that assuming you seen it before too, you instantly know what the person is referring to, and don't have to wonder "this part? or that one?" (Not just trees, even a certain tree, but the bark, or birch bark, or pine needles, or looking out over a valley of autumn leaves just before sunset. It brings to mind a certain mental picture that you can say, "Yep, that's my favorite," and when someone else hears it, they picture essentially the same thing and can say, "Ah, that's their favorite."

Blue corn tortilla chips. Copper (not merely "copper colored" but copper metal, like a brand new penny). #FF00FF on your computer screen (I have yet to see that one exist in nature). That greenish edge on a glass table. Orange juice. Tail lights. Blacklight. Black cat fur. Bluejeans. Blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers. Gold star stickers. Red rose petals. Beets.

Get the gist? I think I can rephrase the question better now. How about:

What's your favorite [specific visual stimulus] that isn't [an arbitrary label for a range of light wavelengths].

Or better yet:

What's your favorite color? Answer with a noun.

10 April 2011

Huh.

Ran into an old friend today.
I mean, I guess that's what I'd call him, an old friend... don't know, really. He is. Feels like there is/was more to it than that, but we never actually dated or anything, so I don't quite know what.

See, we were good friends in high school...

We had this big group of friends... lots of sillyness... it was pretty great, actually. Anyways, this friend. There was a time when I liked him. Like, liked him liked him. I told him so, toward the end of my 10th grade year. He said it was mutual, but [wishy-washy-sounding explanations] he wasn't going to "ask me out" right then. A few weeks later I saw him kissing a friend of mine, took that as a "no," was briefly heartbroken, and got over it and him.

We continued to be friends, but he and most of our friends were a year ahead of me, so when they all graduated and went off in various directions for school, the group pretty much dissolved. Fast forward to middle of my junior year of college, and I see a once-familiar screenname pop up on my Instant Messenger. Don't think I'd seen or heard from the guy in probably three years. I say "hey," we catch up a bit, hang out with other folks a few times when I'm home for Christmas. Seems like old times. Then one night we're sitting around watching Star Trek, and suddenly he's kissing me.

Looking back, yes, there were signs I should have seen. But I a) had never dated or as far as I knew had anyone interested in me so had nothing to compare to, b) had written off any vague maybe-hints as a result of the aforementioned events in high school, and c) am oblivious by nature and fantastically bad at reading people. So I didn't get the memo... until he was on my face.

And I was like, "WHAT. THE. ISGOINGON?" And there was a conversation (of sorts)... and it was awkward. And largely incoherent, as I recall. I babbled extensively. Couldn't think in a straight line. Brain-to-mouth filter was totally busted, and neither was making any sense. I was totally caught off guard. Flattered. Angry. (NOW? FIVE YEARS after I had told him how I felt?) I rambled, muttered, babbled some more, he said things, (including "I think I love you," which I think could have been timed better and, when said, probably could have done without the first two words...) Eventually I managed something resembling "I need to think about this and talk to you later," and "I should go home now" which came out as a question.

I called him a few days later, once I was back at school, still lacking any sort of clarity or the ability to use words properly. There was babbling again, to the effect of "This can't work, we don't make sense, brussels sprouts, maybe we can be friends?" and I promptly ceased to exist. (I'm really good at that, turns out... but that's a-whole-nother story for a-whole-nother day.) I didn't have feelings for him, I didn't not have feelings for him. I had just turned off the part of me that even considered him in a way that involved feelings! We were just getting to know each other again... Maybe I would have started considering one way or the other again, given time, but this just short-circuited that whole process (and heck, my brain) so we'll never know. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I just... didn't. I felt bad about that part... I thought about him the other morning, maybe I'd write him an apology note and drop it in his mailbox one day, but wasn't sure if he was still living at home, or if that would be weird...

Worked at Borders today, in the cafe for the first time in months. (There was chaos unrelated to that gap, so started off stressful but got back into the swing of things pretty quickly and enjoyed the shift.) Afterwards, I was talking to a friend, wanted to say hi to another, and needed to sort out scheduley things with the manager, so I was kind of wandering around the store... thought I saw a familiar form back in the sci-fi section... walked back that way... guess who?

We talked. Like people. Real live human beings with language capabilities. Like adults even.

We did the standard obligatory 3 minute catch-up. Mused at living back home, non-forever-but-enjoyable jobs, and school loans being icky. A moment of nostalgia for the old group and a bit of hindsight analysis of its demise. He said he thought about me the other day, because he was listening to Switchfoot. (I was all about Switchfoot in high school.) I said I had thought about him just the other day too, the disappearing and all... I did apologize. (And decided, too late, that it was weird.)

As we parted ways, I said, "Good to see you," and meant it. He said, "You can message me," and I don't know what he meant. The whole conversation was... nice. friendly. Awkward, but familiar. No feelings, I don't secretly wish I had accepted his unwieldy advances, but I do miss him sometimes... In a strictly platonic, if-only-we-had-the-social/emotional-wherewithal-to-deal-with-our-shit sort of way.

Huh.

18 January 2011

My life happens in approximately 3-month chunks.

Ah, at last, I'm down to just 2 jobs again. The contract at Job #3 ended a little earlier than expected. It was supposed to last 3 months, then I could potentially be hired permanently, or it could be extended, or it could just be done. Since I held onto Jobs #1 and #2 all this time, and the three altogether didn't leave much time for anything else, all I really wanted was a decision, ,and thankfully, that's what I got.

On one hand it's obviously disappointing not to come out of it with a permanent full-time job with benefits, decent money, and friendly coworkers, but on the other, it's quite nice not to have to drive an hour each way to do a pretty mundane job (the work wasn't bad, but not something I wanted to do for too long), and finally have time to focus on the other jobs, catch up with friends and tv shows, and still have time to sleep. So all said and done, it averages out to indifference, roughly.

02 January 2011

Day 2

2011 has, thus far, continued its trend of not completely sucking. And I am [technically] keeping up with my tentative resolution to blog every day, and thus the actual resolution to blog semi-regularly.

Small victory. \o/

Church was interesting today... they finally announced that a fairly significant* change is about to start happening. The possibility has been brewing, officially-though-quietly, for a couple years now. I smelled it coming a good deal sooner than that, but didn't realize it at the time. What is actually going to happen is yet to be determined, but things are officially set in motion now... so it will be interesting* to see what goes down in the coming months.

Entirely unrelatedly, I went to a wedding a few days ago. On Wednesday. It was a decidedly odd time for a wedding, and slightly inconvenient, being smack in the middle of the holiday week (though not according to Job #3...), but was a lovely celebration and a good excuse to take a couple days off and actually have a little time to enjoy the holidays. Initially, I thought it was far enough away that I'd have to spend the night somewhere, so I requested Thursday off too, and then it turned out it was close enough that it was easier to just drive home afterwards, so I had a legit day off on Thursday, and Friday was the official holiday for New Years, so between those and the weekend I had a nice little mini-break. (Of course, I worked at Job #1 yesterday and scattered hours for Job #2 throughout, so I wasn't totally free, but at least I got to catch up on sleep a bit.)

Back to the normal unpleasant schedule tomorrow, bright-and-way-too-early.

* Understatement.

16 September 2010

Settling in...

...to a new phase of life, in a few ways.
  • Settling in to life as a graduate and some new jobbage. That's right, world, I'm employed. I was a student, now I'm a bookseller/barista. Thrilling, right?
  • Settling in back home. After 4 years of dealing with roommates of various types/levels of crazy, but being mostly in charge of my own living, I am now once again in my parents' house, but with my own space. An interesting trade-off.
  • Settling in back at my home church. Couldn't be very involved for the last few years, since I was gone most of the year, particularly the parts of the year when most things happenned, but I did connect with a lovely housechurch out at school. Now that I'm back in the area for the forseeable future, I'm able to finally get involved again.
  • Settling into great friendships. There's a lot of overlap here with the last one, as I'm making a bunch of new friends through various church adventures, getting to know others better, and reconnecting with some old friends (both church friends and friends/acquaintances from highschool and such). Also making new friends at work!
  • Settling in to new perspectives and deeper faith. More on that later! For now, goodnight!
And accordingly, settling in to a new blog. :D