h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Well, the holidays are here at last. I've been looking forward to them for quite a while now. This term has been enormously stressing, we've had more homework and reports than ever, and the demands are higher too! Still, I suppose that it is only to be expected, and that now at least, I may relax for seventeen days!!! Weee... is that good or what?

Still, I do not feel alltogether happy. I think it's time for a confession...

I've been hopelessly in love with a girl now for almost a year. In the beginning it went really well, but things have been going a bit downhill since (she fell for someone else, but it hasn't worked out for them thus far). Today I asked her if she could spare a couple of minutes for a chat (after we had sung at the end-of.term seremony, of course), because there was something I had to tell her (guess what...), and she accepted. Then, later, when we were all going to leave, I went to find her, to talk to her. The moment I saw her, I picked up something strange, it was as if she was fending me off, running away. I've never seen anything like it. Anyway, she told me that she didn't want to talk to me, and then went off without a goodbye, or even a "merry christmas". I don't think I've ever felt that far down before. She must've guessed what I was going to tell her, which I had thought she might (she is, after all, rather bright). I had not, however counted on her being that frightened. I don't think I'll ever be able to talk to her again, and I don't suppose there's anything I can do about the way she feels about me either...

I realize that I've, naturally, made some mistakes, but I keep wondering if they were really all that big... I don't really understand why she's so angry with me, and from what I hear, neither does she...

Oh well, I suppose it's just part of being a teenager...

Anyway, happy holidays! I'll probably feel better in a couple of hours, so don't worry. Though, any hints and tips would be nice.

She's a nice girl, really.

hello, my psychic friend.

"Hugs for Oyvind"

Claire
xxxxxxx

Thanks!

Anyway, why am I now your psychic friend, then? Don't tell me you've just experienced something similar?

Øyvind

Very similar and on the same day. I wasn't asking anyone out, but the same general concept. I'm sure that hurt!

Ooooh... spooky.

Is that why you suddenly lost interest in UMJ (it was UMJ, right, or am I just mxing things up?), then?

I suppose this smiley really sums it all up:

Anyway, thanks, and I suppose I should do the same to you then...

*said in rubbery voice* And you just thought ghost stories weren't truee-ooo-ooo...

I didn't just suddenly lose interest in UJF (Unknown Joe Factor), because there is still interest. I just have no desire to date him. His former arrogance-in-the-form-of-bravado I realized has become true arrogance. I'm blaming the freshmen.

A smiley for a ...

I don't think I've ever said that I don't believe in ghosts. They can't be proven, but that doesn't mean that they don't exist. It is still an interesting coincidence, though.

Oh, right, but was your loss of the "desire to date him" in any way related to this experience, then?

Oh, yes, it is dangerous to play with those things. In time you adapt them, without knowing it.

Yes... how handy!

I've never had all that much interest in them. Psst! It was a joke.

Of course, it was!

To play with what things? I are confrused.

I know... I was joking too, y' know. But still, you cannot prove the non-existence of ghosts.

Do tell...

You said that his arrogance-in-form-of-bravado had turned into real arrogance. Which is what often happens. It starts as bravado, and you pretend to be arrogant, and then you actually become arrogant...

Don't know that I'd want to PROVE the existence of them, it would be kind of weird.

Arrogance as true arrogance doesn't appeal to me, but the bravado is cute. Some people retain the bravado and never move on to true arrogance, but I suppose it would be pretty difficult for him keep that when half of the underclassmen are calling his name. All I can say is that I never chased him and have him while the simpering little twits have chased him mercilessly and will only occupy his attentions for a very short while. That leaves me with him but I don't think that dating someone like that would be very good for me in any way, shape, or form.

Well, not really... It's just stretching the limits of the explainable. It would be fun... and anyway, life would be dull without some inexplicable phenomena every now and then...

Maybe so... I don't like bravado much either. I uphold that true self-confidence is neither arrogance nor bravado.

Well, you choose for yourself, I suppose... Just don't make any bad choices, or I might have to suffer for it, as your psychic friend.

Then again, we never make bad choices, do we?

I find it amusing that people spend all of their lives trying to solve it. Oh, well, different strokes.

Arrogance is annoying and bravado is amusing.

Darn! There goes my experiment with voodoo!

Of course not, we're marvelous, remember?

Hmmm... so do I, but I leave it to them, and I just accept them. If it can't be solved, then there's no use worrying about it, and if it can be solved, then worrying won't help...

Maybe, but bravado can be annoying too... It all depends.

Hehe... the thing is that you can't do any evil voodoo, without harming yourself. But GOOD voodoo, on the other hand... now that's something.

Exactly

Better just to walk around in a dazed state for all eternity, eh?

Depends on an assortment of other characteristics, ladadi, ladado, blah, blah, blah. Yeah.

Good voodoo? Explanation, please?

Hmmm... yes. I see no reason in turning what is not really a problem into a problem... It doesn't bother me, so why should I worry myself with the unsolvable... It just exists... never mind WHY it exists... or perhaps it doesn't... who cares?

Exactly... we have one guy in our class who has quite a lot of bravado. And he can be nice, but he can also be a complete jerk. It all depends on his mood, and how he really feels. The problem is that if they hide behind the bravado for too long, then it becomes hard to see through it...

Well, imagine that I would now go and eat a lot of chocolate... Since we have psychic contact, then you would pick up on my well-being, and you would get the joy of having shcocolate, without actually having chocolate...

I sure don't. *shrugs, eats chocolate*

People, bah! Where's my dog?

I just had a nice piece of dark chocolate and am feeling wonderfully serene. Hmm...

Hmmm... I've got a feeling that this conversation is becoming infected with chocolate as well... I wonder if they've got a chocolate-smiley... hmm... let's see...

I agree... Dogs are better...

Well, that's odd... I've also just had a nice piece of dark chocolate... with orange...

I love chocolate.

I love dogs.

Mmmm...see there? Psychic friends. Or maybe psychotic friends?

I agree...

I agree once more...

Psychotic is good... in small portions... Or perhaps just chocolate-persons...