- I get totally awkward and weirded out.
- I’m not a big fan of the dreaded question, “So (long pause) what are you working on?” — “Y’know, movies, writing, teaching, the normal stuff.” If you tell people the short-winded answer you sound like a loser. If you tell people the long-winded answer you sound like an asshole. There’s no right answer to that question.
- Sadly, I no longer smoke, which in my younger days was a great way to look like you were busy doing something if you weren’t talking to people. But really you’re just pretending like you’re doing something to avoid those awkward situations. I guess that’s what cell phones are for now?
- Parties are inevitably in tiny, cramped spaces that are crazy ass loud.
- You’re always wondering, “Does this person really want to talk to me or are they just being polite listening to me ramble about something totally lame and hoping to move on to the person they keep staring at just over my shoulder?”
- I don’t drink. But god I wish I did to ease the pain from numbers 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5.
- All the while I’m thinking, “Man, I’d rather be at home on the couch eating Rocky Road ice cream and working. “
- Why? Why do I insist on going to parties? Well, because I tend to meet one or two people that are actually super cool and then I get to talk to someone I haven’t seen in a long while or no longer lives in Austin and just recently moved to NYC.