Seeing double

I am an odd mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humor, and caprice but with a lively, playful disposition and a fondness for anything ridiculous.

This is my description of myself. I have been called weird more than once, but I'd like to think I'm never boring and my manners endearing. I can understand people thinking I'm odd, I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't pretend to make sense, I enjoy having nonsensical conversations with a straight face. I am entertained by the absurd, I find humor where some may find meanness, and I'm usually able to laugh myself out of awkward situations.

Awkward situations...on Friday night I found myself in a definite awkward situation [see previous post]. See, my encounter with Mario, the creep, might have passed without incident had it not been for someone encouraging him along. I described the source of the encouragement in my last post as having pert opinions, a fondness of certain things ridiculous, and sarcasm to boot (sound familiar?).  Well the more I talked to this guy, the more I saw my own personality reflected back at me.

Since that night he and I have been texting back and forth and I would love to see what people would think about some of the conversations we have. Usually, I attempt to have similar conversations with others but they lack the quickness or imagination to continue the conversation with me* But it appears this guy understands me, and I can appreciate everything he says because I say/think very similarly.

I couldn't believe all he did on Friday to encourage that creep, honestly who would ever call over a creepy person for amusement? ...oh wait, I would. Had the tables been turned had I found a girl who was staring at him and make him feel as "loved" as Mario had made me feel, I could have done everything I could to get them together, in a heartbeat! Because that's what I do, and I find such situations hilarious (not so hilarious when it's happening to you though). At some point that night I told him I hated him so much he could be my best friend. I was being serious. When I said I hated him, I didn't actually mean hate, I was more amazed by him. It will be interesting to see how this goes, because this kid rocks my socks.



*The only person I've ever had conversations such as these with is my dad, where we talk about having "fabulous fun," why cats eating chicken is wrong, and the properties of Jell-O in relation to pudding. Haha now my dad is high educated, he majored in political science then went on to obtain a Juris Doctorate. Perhaps ridiculousness is a family trait.