Solitary Confinement

It started raining today, pretty hard is some areas. However, where I am has been drizzling just a little bit. The title of this blog might sound a little crazy or even a little strange, but that’s kind of what I feel like I’m in. Let me elaborate.

I live at home with my parents, but they realize my age and really don’t nag or hold me back. In fact, during high school I used to routinely sleep over at friends houses. So, from the start, they’ve been pretty laxed on the rules. In fact, right before I left, my mom told me: “if you get drunk or anything, just sleep at a friends house or something.”. I swear, those were pretty much her exact rules. So that tells you a little something.

No, the reason for my title is regarding my friends. Outside of my close circle of friends, I feel I’m in solitary confinement. Meaning, I can’t really relate with anybody else. Even with people at church. Sure; we share the same religious beliefs or whatnot, but I don’t really share interests with them. Sadly, nor do I want to dig deeper to find out. That’s just probably my social ackwardness writing or something. When I worked at modern, it was different. I could relate to everyone easier. I had pretty meaningful surface relationships with the other co-workers even if the only thing we had in common was working for the same company. I don’t know. Perhaps, it’s just us Christians failing at the very thing that were supposed to do; relationships?

For me anyways, relationships with other Christians is weird and seems a little strange and ackward. Which, in reality really makes no sense. Even my close friends, I secretly play this game with myself. “If we didn’t meet in the context of church, would we still be close friends?”. Sadly, the answer to most would probably be no. Of course, over the years, that’s changed and now were all really close with one another. But I play that game with the other members and I arrive at the same answer. It is quite sad, really.

But, is it me or is it the others? Yes, in any situation, I would have to carry at least half of the blame, but I’m curious. Why is it that way? I don’t think I’ll find the answers now, so I’ll move on.

For girls that claim to be supreme communicators; they sure don’t communicate. Let me explain. When a girl likes you, depending on the girl; it’s like ocean fishing. You set out your reel and you wait for the fish to bite. However, because of the currents, you can’t really tell with some fish if they’re nibbling on your bait or not. Some, you know; they’ll grab your bait, swallow the hook, and try to take you out to sea. Some, they’ll nibble s-l-o-w-l-y at your bait until it’s all gone and they expect you to know that they want you to catch them. Makes no sense. Granted, girls are excellent communicators in that they use every form of communication besides just words. They’ll spend time with you or whatnot. But then again, how are we (guys) supposed to know whether they’re just being friendly or interested? If we assume interested and pursue, the girls are the ones that start to make it all ackward, then all he’ll breaks lose. Either case, we’re screwed. I suppose that explains why I’ve never caught a fish…in the ocean.

In conclusion, girls are not good communicators at all, they’re only good at communicating amongst each other so, get some kind of universal system going on.

-jikae
Feb 6 2010. 12:49am.