How the hell am I supposed to feel comfortable nerding it up when I know that my new neighbors in the next apartment are cool as hell?
You know... some mornings I need to get up & sing "Oh What a Circus" or "I Just Can't Wait to Be King," or something to get going. That helps me get ready for the day, all right?
The walls in my living room are crazy thin, though... and that's where the TV is. I can't iron clothes without Sportscenter on.
So now I'm suddenly self-conscious of habits that never occurred to me previously. My old neighbors were obvious dweebs, so it didn't matter.
But my new neighbors... they're blatantly cool without crossing over into the toolbag zone. They dress very well, they're appropriately friendly, the dude drives a Chrysler 300 but it isn't excessively kitted out like he's trying to make believe he bought some luxury European joint. His girl has fashionable, suitably sized purses, not any of those joints that are smaller than a baby's fist and couldn't possibly be of any practical use.
I've yet to see them wearing sunglasses in a situation where sunglasses are clearly not called for.
They're just cool as hell.
And they leave for work about the same time I do.
So I'm saying good morning to them on the way to the car for the last week or so wondering, "Did he just hear me singing the theme song to Saved By the Bell: The College Years, just now? He must have. Damn it. I'm going to get uninvited to their certain-to-be-cool housewarming party."
This is a problem people! I can't turn off the nerd-impulse. I'm fortunate that I can contain it for as long as I can throughout the day but sometimes it just has to be unleashed. I used to be able to do that in the comfort of my own home... now what?
You know... some mornings I need to get up & sing "Oh What a Circus" or "I Just Can't Wait to Be King," or something to get going. That helps me get ready for the day, all right?
The walls in my living room are crazy thin, though... and that's where the TV is. I can't iron clothes without Sportscenter on.
So now I'm suddenly self-conscious of habits that never occurred to me previously. My old neighbors were obvious dweebs, so it didn't matter.
But my new neighbors... they're blatantly cool without crossing over into the toolbag zone. They dress very well, they're appropriately friendly, the dude drives a Chrysler 300 but it isn't excessively kitted out like he's trying to make believe he bought some luxury European joint. His girl has fashionable, suitably sized purses, not any of those joints that are smaller than a baby's fist and couldn't possibly be of any practical use.
I've yet to see them wearing sunglasses in a situation where sunglasses are clearly not called for.
They're just cool as hell.
And they leave for work about the same time I do.
So I'm saying good morning to them on the way to the car for the last week or so wondering, "Did he just hear me singing the theme song to Saved By the Bell: The College Years, just now? He must have. Damn it. I'm going to get uninvited to their certain-to-be-cool housewarming party."
This is a problem people! I can't turn off the nerd-impulse. I'm fortunate that I can contain it for as long as I can throughout the day but sometimes it just has to be unleashed. I used to be able to do that in the comfort of my own home... now what?
