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Saturday, September 23, 2006
 
I'm probably bring paranoid and uber-sensitive, but sometimes I feel as if there're certain people I know who don't really like/want to talk to me. It might just be paranoia on my side, but then again, sometimes certain things just make me wonder. It's as if they find me boring, or uninteresting or weird, of no use to then, or simply not cool enough to warrant their time and effort. Interestingly enough, the trend seems to exist only within Performing Arts. Paranoia on my part? Mere coincidence? Or simply a matter of self-important individuals? I tend to lean towards the latter. When I'm around Performing Arts people I'm never myself. I don't feel the urge to reach out and embrace people. I don't feel as if I have to right to allow my effervescent self to explode outwards. Whereas in Student Theatre I get the more homey feeling. Perhaps it's the yellow walls and tiny corner with couches, tables and armchairs crammed in. Or maybe it's simply because the people truly are less judgemental and more accepting and genuinely nicer and less-bitchy. Of course, everyone is bitchy, but not malicious-bitchy. Just gossipy-bitchy.

 

 
   
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