talkative

this is the second time in my life that i've had a "phone job". it can really suck with a name like mine. i end up wasting so much time on clarifying my name that i end up caving and responding to martin, joaquin, or whatever else they throw at me. what's the point in arguing about my name for 3 minutes? just tell me your fuckin' problem already and i'll see if i can fix it.  pardon my english.

i'm not much of a talker with most people. my eldest sister once told me i was a vault, and i guess that really holds true for the most part. there has really never been anyone to share everything with, or any reason for me to spill the gossip about things people tell me. c'est la vie.

tonight i broke a streak. any time i thought i've recognized someone at a bar, at a club, on the bus, at school, or at work....it has never turned out to be who i thought it was. i think most of the time i probably come off as some sort of asshole using some stupid "don't i know you?" pickup line.  after many rude replies from the wrong people i've decided to just not ask anymore. same thing goes for dancing. i don't really dance, and most of the times i don't care to dance, but every once in a while i'll feel like it. what happens? women of s.a. tend to interpret it as if i want something more...and before you know it i'd be just sitting at my spot again. ugh. people.

tonight was all sorts of weird. after finding out it actually WAS who i thought it was, i stumbled horribly in the question and answer session that followed. i'm just not all that good at being a chatterbox. i prefer listening or typing. few people want ro make any effort to hear me, and i'm a little too content in being a listener.