I'm not what you might call a narcissistic social invalid, so it's a little hard to understand the oblivious haze most people swim around in all day. But I am a person who's been to a bar alone more than once in my life, so I'm gonna do a little math on the fly here, lay out a few guesstimates, propose some hypotheses and see if we can't get a conclusion.
Join me in the old douche lab, won't you?
Number of times you can explode some non sequitur diarrhea onto the person sitting next to you at the bar in order to rope them into a conversation they don't want to have:
1 + x/5. x being the number of syllables in the obligatorily friendly but disintersted grunt the person responds with.
Minutes you may talk about yourself without allowing for a reponse from the person you just pulled into your lonely life:
>.5
Number of consecutive yeahs, I knows, or yups you get in response before it means it's time to hitch that banality wagon to the next person down the bar, because I am not fucking feeling it right now and you would obviously be able to tell that if you weren't a clueless cat-lady/serial killer dude/ regular every day alcoholic (none taken everyone here) with a wacky story about your day at the office.
2.5
It's a pretty straightforward proposition here. If I want to talk to you, you will for fucking sure know about, vis a vis my mouth making words in the general vicinity of your hearing holes. That's what people who want to talk do. They talk to you. People who don't sit here reading like me and probably haven't made eye contact in ten minutes. Who knows though, maybe telling me you're sorry to interrupt like five more times might do the trick. Beats sitting there alone.
Join me in the old douche lab, won't you?
Number of times you can explode some non sequitur diarrhea onto the person sitting next to you at the bar in order to rope them into a conversation they don't want to have:
1 + x/5. x being the number of syllables in the obligatorily friendly but disintersted grunt the person responds with.
Minutes you may talk about yourself without allowing for a reponse from the person you just pulled into your lonely life:
>.5
Number of consecutive yeahs, I knows, or yups you get in response before it means it's time to hitch that banality wagon to the next person down the bar, because I am not fucking feeling it right now and you would obviously be able to tell that if you weren't a clueless cat-lady/serial killer dude/ regular every day alcoholic (none taken everyone here) with a wacky story about your day at the office.
2.5
It's a pretty straightforward proposition here. If I want to talk to you, you will for fucking sure know about, vis a vis my mouth making words in the general vicinity of your hearing holes. That's what people who want to talk do. They talk to you. People who don't sit here reading like me and probably haven't made eye contact in ten minutes. Who knows though, maybe telling me you're sorry to interrupt like five more times might do the trick. Beats sitting there alone.
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6 comments:
This sounds more like chatting "with" as opposed to "up."
same rules apply.
hoof but 'reading at a bar', sorry to bother you there professor
true true. what else are you supposed to do if there's no game on and you want to grab a pop? talk to some poor asshole sitting next to you?
File under: Rantings of a Narcissistic Social Invalid
true enough^
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