Oh, it was another one of those days. I swear, we are spending way too much time in the lab than is healthy for an average person. I get silly and giddy at the slightest things there, and the result is that I get sent into fits of laughter at the absurd. Surely, I’ve had an affect on my comrades as well. One person has been giving me mock attitude as of late. They seem to do it ot poke fun at the fact that it’s usually me that’s dishing out the attitude. Heh, funny that. In my mind, I’ve always considered myself to be a tad surly, although internally. Nope. When I put more thought into it, it seems more like me to end up telling someone to “fuck off”, mostly in jest, but with a tad of bite. Is that such a bad thing? My friends are still my friends, so they seem to accept me for it, so for that, I’m truly thankful.
Another person has started getting physically violent. As the trio of us walked over to the plaza to pick up food, I was calling the guy’s name in a mock whiny tone. It was a carry over from a joke in the lab. He gave me a good shove in good humor, which made me laugh out loud. He’s known to be the stoic type that doesn’t really poke fun or become violent for any reason, so the other two of us were mildly shocked at his response. Apparently that’s another thing that stems from me. Maybe it’s embarassing to mention this, but I have a history of playful hitting–never hard, so says I.
It all makes me wonder: is this how I’m going to be remembered? As the violent, vulgar, guy who gets laughs out of bodily functions and juvenile humor? Heh. Well, I suppose you could say that’s just one side of me; there are many other parts to the whole. Frankly, I do believe that all this vulgarity only makes my good sides shine out brighter than they would otherwise.
Anyway, off to bed, I suppose. It’s 4 in the morning. I need to get some sleep to prepare for another long day in the lab. To close it off, here’s a new pic of me I took with my cell. I’m rather fond of it.
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