<ranna> Some don’t matter to you. The Arf one is my stalker, who follows me around campus like a puppy. The oppressed one is this girl I’m friends with who is angry and hates everyone. The one about straight boys is a straight boy I had a crush on. The weird me out one is some zoophile friend.
<ranna> You’re the second one. We seem to be different from each other in strategic ways that would, I think, make a relationship between us rather.. messy.
<whitcomb> The two of us together would be “I’M SAD!”“I’M ANGRY!”“GYAAAAAARGH!”
<ranna> Or we’d be excelent up until even a slightly destructive mood came over both of us at the same time, and we’d go spiralling out of control.
<whitcomb> We used to be kind of like you and he are now, but then I admitted one night while drunk that I had a huge crush on him and things are different now.
<ranna> Did that change things on his side, or your side? Or both..?
<ranna> What I meant was that, I really was obsessing over him a few days ago, but ever since I saw that he really was kinda of a dick, it’s a whole lot easier not to think about him.
<ranna> Anyway, I had a crush on him and told him, and it was all cute for a day or too, but then I got horribly depressed ‘cause things weren’t all working out for me.
<ranna> I make a point to myself about trying to focus on everybody a lot of times, but I always end up focusing on relationships with just one person. Dangers, ‘cause I flit around so much.
<ranna> I’d like a relationship where I could be silent with someone and not have it be weird. I could be silent around Shan last time I visited, but that’s because he spent a lot of time talking in #sanefurs :o)
<ranna> I did that to my mom lots, but every time she’d come home, I’d start feeling bad.
<whitcomb> Um, incidental, like I would make far too much of your racial heritage and your dad’s drug use and your mom’s hippyism and… I don’t know.
<ranna> Yeah, I think after I told you all the stores I could remember, I’d get a little bored by it. :o)
* Whitcomb nods. Same here. I didn’t really understand until recently how recounting your life history gets annoying after a while.
<whitcomb> OK, well, because you’re the, er… blackest person I am this close to, would you say that that small portion of your genetic makeup has affected your life at all?
<ranna> Unless it has anything to do with my penis size, no. African American Student Services likes to bug me about it, but really, I’m pretty damn white. All of the other parts of me are the tight-ass white type, so I think it might cancel out anything black about me.
<whitcomb> I used to bug all of my ‘ethnic’ friends about it until I realized that if they were my friends then they were probably not the type to give a shit about race.
<ranna> I was brought up in exceedingly white environments, so coming to college with a whole lot of black people was kinda.. strange. Made me feel awkward and socially inept around them.
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