And now, a story:
So, as some of you may know, my day job is in an office building. Yellow Rectangular Border Publishing is on the top floor, and one of our lower-floor neighbors is M.A.D.D. (Mother Against Drunk Drivers). Occasionally, of an afternoon, I will encounter some sheepish-looking teenager wandering the halls looking for their office, where he has been directed to attend a seminar for having been caught out in his dad's Voyager after a couple of Lone Stars.
Anyway, about a week ago, I was leaving for the day, and there were these four M.A.D.D.-women in the elevator. They had one of those little wheeled carriers that people sometimes use for luggage, and on it was a box containing about a dozen softcover books. One of the women laughed at something and her gum fell out of her mouth and landed on my shoe, which has nothing to do with my question, I am simply mentioning it for no reason.
We all left the building about the same time, the four women from M.A.D.D. in front of me. On their way out, the woman with the wheeled carrier made a misstep, and her box of books fell over, depositing the books on the sidewalk. All of the women immediately got down and helped her pick them up; I just kept walking. One of them shouted out at me, really sarcastically, "Thanks for the help."
In the story above, was I an asshole?
Should I grow a beard?
Lately, I haven't been cooking much, because I live alone, and I find it pointless and somewhat frustrating to cook for one. Should I cook more?
Which of the following are major factors for you when buying a car?
I don't have any friends in San Antonio. Given that I am generally an asocial mope who hates people and the things that they do, how might I correct this, assuming that I wanted to?
ETA: This poll sounds a lot more pathetic than I intended. The whole thing about eating alone was meant to be practical – I love to cook, as any of my Chicago friends can testify, but I also find it kind of irritating to either (a) batter the portions down to one-serving size or (b) let a bunch of food go to waste, since I don't really have the freezer/refrigerator space to store leftovers. It came out, though, as a variant of "Am I a sad little clown if I eat at a restaurant by myself?"
As far as the friends thing goes, it's impossible to ask that question without sounding like a loser. But honestly – without school or a job as a means of meeting people, I'm kind of at a loss here. There's no real music, film or literary scene in SATX, and the kinds of people who like my other interests (gaming, comics, and alcohol abuse) tend to be melvins or scumbags. Maybe I should just go on eBay and order some.