Rrrrrrr. It’s always so frustrating when people try to do you a favor and be nice, but end up inadvertently making things more difficult. Early last week, when my dad saw my blog entry complaining about how the closest comics store didn’t have “Endless Nights” yet, he ordered a copy for me off Amazon. Now that is sweet and thoughtful and cute and loffy. Last week, I had plenty of opportunities to go to the other comics store, and I was a bit annoyed that I was going to have to wait, but I thought of my dad’s sweet gesture and I didn’t let it bother me. This afternoon, when I called my mom to wish her a happy birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!), I asked my dad about the status of the book, as I was surprised it hadn’t arrived yet. Dad called back later and told me the website said it wasn’t going to ship until October 8th, so he went out and got a copy at Borders, and he’s going to ship it to me tomorrow morning.
Now if that isn’t selfless generosity and sweetness, I don’t know what is. I just wish that he had remembered that shipping takes several days, plus the amount of time it takes for a package to go through the Penn mail system. And shipping of hardbacks is expensive. And I have a Barnes & Noble TWO BLOCKS FROM MY DORM. Arrrrgh. Now it’ll be over another week before I get to read it, and I will have wasted my dad’s time, and I will have wasted however much it costs to ship the hardback to Philly. ARG. And I feel so horrible that I’m so annoyed about it, because he’s making such a thoughful gesture.
And I hate to be such a comment ho, but I was slightly disappointed that none of my closest friends commented on pirate Kurt. I don’t ask for much — I rarely ever post art. Gah. I’m experiencing that “feeling unloved, yet knowing that I obviously am loved and that if those unwittingly not giving me love realized how I felt, they would give me much love and all would be okay, but I don’t want to say anything because it would seem wrong.” So I’m saying it anyway so I don’t start brooding. I guess it stems from my realization that Shu Kee might not reciprocate my budding interest in him. When I met him, I thought he liked me, because he seemed so interested in me and my art and the DMD program and my extracurricular pursuits, but today, I noticed something. He behaves this way with everyone. He reminds me of how Angua describes Carrot in Jingo.
“Have you ever really watched him? I bet he’d found out everything about Jabbar by the time he’d talked to him for ten minutes. I bet he knows the name of every camel. And he’ll remember it all. People don’t take that much interest in other people, usually. So he makes you feel important. (…) I expect Lord Vetinari remembers facts about people– (…) –but Carrot takes an interest. He doesn’t even think about it. He makes space in his head for people. He takes an interest, and so people think they’re interesting. They feel… better when he’s around.
He’s such a sweet guy, and he’s funny, and he’s thoughtful, and he likes StrongBad Email, and he’s kinda cute, and gah. I am officially a teenage girl. How will I know if he thinks I’m special when he obviously puts so much of himself in so many others? Arg.