My internet is down, this is a problem. Why? Because I�d like to get on the internet. And I can�t. Waa.
So yesterday I dropped Grandma off at physical therapy, go Starbucks and realize I forgot my book at home. Ugh.. an hour and half with nothing to do. So I just people watched and eavesdropped on their conversations. Some good stuff, really.
This one lady was barking at an old gentleman about a differing philosophy and the subject matter and the way he taught it in his class. Most of that one was just about teaching and crap so I didn�t really pay attention long. I listened to these two Japanese girls, didn�t really understand much of what they said which bothered me. I need to brush up on my Japanese.
But the most interesting conversation of note was this group of early 20�s girls at the table next to mine. They were, of course, talking about boys. Except their language was a little strange to me, they were using vocabulary as if they were talking about something they bought at a craft store. Or if they were talking about a particularly nasty section of a mountain climb.
This really isn�t anything stellar or interesting until you start thinking about our propensity for taking on project people. You could also view these people as challenge people, which are what a lot of the �players� of our society typically represent for the opposite sex.
Now, I don�t know if scientist have been able to isolate the �craft� gene yet, but I�m sure it�s there. Otherwise dating and macram� probably wouldn�t be quite so popular. I�m guilty of this too, and I don�t think it�s a bi-product of being raised by women (it may, but I think it�s just human).
Examining the early relationships of my life, the girl had always initiated them. Basically because I was �dark and brooding�. I didn�t like anyone, nor did I really care if they liked me (which, actually, was a lie. I secretly wanted everyone to like me, who didn�t in high school? But that was the impression I gave.). So the few relationships I did have, I was most certainly the project. They usually ended once the project got boring or what have you.
And then came the biggest project of my life. I needed to �save� this awesome girl who showed so much potential but was caught up in a completely irrelevant 9 year relationship with someone in a different part of the state. Aren�t I the hero arch-type.. HA! I felt like I identified with all her problems and could help, could show her what it was like to be loved, etc blah blah blah. Hindsight, I should have taken up needle work.
Even now I find myself attracted to people for the wrong reasons, which is to say, things they should be using health care to fix, not me. At least I can recognize this, laugh about it, and avoid it at all costs. No more hobbies for me please. If I need a hobby, I�ll take up finger painting. If I want a challenge, I�ll climb a mountain. If I want to save people, I�ll become a psychologist and work with people who at least want to be helped (and be paid for it!).
Moral of the story � Climb mountains, not mountainous psychological problems of others. Leave the project people on the shelf next to the glitter and foam flower cones.
Next time, I�m taking my damn book.
Goats and bubblegum,
-G