Through The Gay Grapevine
This post doesn't really have anything to do with a gay grapevine or crossing through it but I heard this phrase used in a presentation during Queer American History today and it really struck me as a good title. Anyway, I have arrived home for Thanksgiving break which is exciting. Lots of good food to come and awkwardly trying to share aspects of my life with my parents without revealing too much that will upset them. At least their beloved son is home right? Yeah, after a three hour car ride since there was so much traffic on the drive home which was unacceptable. I really was Rage Rider during the drive home but Rage Rider is a topic for a different day. So I got home and had dinner with my family and then hung out with them for a little until I decided my trip to Best Buy could no longer wait. I was, of course, going to Best Buy to pick up a copy of Pokemon Sun since I've been a week without this game and everyone else has probably had all their fun with it. But anyway, I also went grocery shopping but the point is I wasn't back at the house until like 9:30ish and when I got back I heard my dad snoring. Snoring. Passed the fuck out. It was only 9:30 I was honestly so shocked. I can't even fathom what it's like to go to bed so god damn early. Actually, I kind of can cause when I was working that shitty job this summer my ass would pass out on my floor at 10 pm but I don't live that life anymore so you know what, I'm still shocked. And then my turned off the last light in their room at 10 and also went to bed. It was just really shocking because comparatively Omar is cooking his dinner at 9:30 and eating it 10 like that's not bedtime. Maybe I will capitalize on it and hang out with friends after my parents go to bed in the near future or something who knows.
So one time I talked about deep sinks and how the sink in my apartment was not deep enough, this still stands true. What's new today is that upon arriving at home, eating dinner, and then going to put my dishes away I ventured to the sink and was basically fucking tumbling into that well. Oh my god the sink at home is so god damn deep I was just so... taken back. It was like, if someone had walked me to the sink blindfolded and stuck my hand into the basin it'd be so deep that I wouldn't be able to reach the bottom and I'd deduce that I was sticking my hand into a black hole of some sorts. It's just really something and I almost wanna hand wash some dishes soon. Like, this is the sink where I learned the most refined dish washing technique after seeing my mother do it for years and where better to show what I've learned from my shitty little six-inch deep apartment sink. It's the return of the prodigal son and he's come to show you what he's absorbed from an expensive, corporatized, neoliberal higher education: how to wash dishes really well regardless of what kind of sink you have.
Today as I was walking out of my deathly 9:30 am class, I was talking to my only friend in any of my civil engineering classes and we started talking about math classes and eventually the conversation became a repeat of one we have had previously. It really got me thinking about repeat conversations and whether people are simply ignoring the fact that we've discussed this same topic before with these same points or if they've truly forgotten because I for one have not forgotten. I personally never stop a repeat conversation that's happening because I think it has the potential to be awkward if I were to the fact out and the other person had genuinely forgot. Like, would they feel a little embarrassed that they forgot a whole conversation with me? That's my fear of forgetting conversations like if I forget we talked at one point I effectively equate it prioritizing that person so little that I couldn't even remember talking to them previously. I'm sure not everyone is that dramatic but that's how I feel so I really try not to forget conversations and so I'm always noticing repeat conversations but I don't ever point them out. Today I thought about whether it's fair to hold people to such a godly standard of remembering every conversation they've had with someone else and it's kind of unfair but at the same time, how do people not remember them I guess? It's also interesting when people reintroduce themselves to you like how did you forget we met unless you were like not sober. I don't know, I just feel like these things stick out in my head a lot so don't they in everyone else's heads too? Clearly not though but I hope my friend enjoyed me telling him about how prob stat is not really a hard class for a second time.
Anyway, my laptop battery is dying and also I'm ready for bed so that's gonna be it for today. As always, stay tuned for the drama of it all.