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Jason and I had an interesting coversation over dinner yesterday. After he complained that the soup was too hot and the bread had a faint taste of cinnamon, I ranted about annoyances at work. My complaints weren't anything astounding or out-of-the-ordinary. However, after listening to my whining, he became upset, telling me that I shouldn't let people take advantage of me (and blah, blah, blah). This annoyed me because I certainly wouldn't let anyone take advantage of me. I was taken advantage of during my high school years, but I'm quite a different person now than I was eight years ago. It's a joke among my co-workers that the foremen and superintendents in the field are intimidated by me. It's very easy to be taken advantage of in a rough-and-tumble construction company office, and I pride myself in standing up for my rights here.
At any rate, I must have come back at him with an attitude after his comment about my being taken advantage of. The conversation had the potential to spiral into an argument of epic proportions, but it puttered out into a discussion of how different our respective workplaces are from one another. His office is quiet, business-like, and efficient. My office is a maze of politics and personal problems. I have to tread lightly on most days because the boss loves to bring her personal issues to work with her and, beyond that, loves to discuss those issues with me. She thinks I have some insight into human behavior when it's really all just common sense coupled with a habit of watching people without interacting.
Eventually, that discussion led into another about how he, for the most part, dislikes people. This isn't a surprise to me. Jason is surly, unapproachable, cynical, private, and intimidating. The first time the women he works with got wind that I was dating him, they looked at me like I was an endangered species, like they were surprised he actually talked to me since they are all afraid of conversing with him. Generally, he doesn't like talking to people and lacks the will and ability to interact with people who share no interests with him. Pop culture disgusts him, and he bristles at the very thought of talking to someone who surrounds himself or herself with such things. Lately, he's even stopped listening to talk radio because, as he said, "the stupidity of people is astounding."
None of this bothers me. I knew he was like this from the beginning. I prefer him this way, even if he's gotten more irritable over the last year or so. He's made it quite clear that his daily annoyances don't concern me. He is rarely ever cross with me over anything that rubs him the wrong way. And, I share most of his annoyances, so it isn't a chore for me to hear him expound upon them every now and again. In fact, I'm not sure that I could maintain a happy and healthy relationship with someone who is more outgoing or accomodating to others. This is not to say that Jason is an unhappy or pessimistic person. Within his interests, he's a very articulate and fun person to talk to about many things. He's kind and caring, but definitely not to everyone, especially those he's just met. So, it's not like I'm a glutton for punishment. I sincerely enjoy him and his personality. I can't see myself with anyone else.
Anyway, after we has this discussion, I took Ferguson out for a walk. I was mulling over our conversation and a thought hit me. When the hell did I start dating Severus Snape?
At any rate, I must have come back at him with an attitude after his comment about my being taken advantage of. The conversation had the potential to spiral into an argument of epic proportions, but it puttered out into a discussion of how different our respective workplaces are from one another. His office is quiet, business-like, and efficient. My office is a maze of politics and personal problems. I have to tread lightly on most days because the boss loves to bring her personal issues to work with her and, beyond that, loves to discuss those issues with me. She thinks I have some insight into human behavior when it's really all just common sense coupled with a habit of watching people without interacting.
Eventually, that discussion led into another about how he, for the most part, dislikes people. This isn't a surprise to me. Jason is surly, unapproachable, cynical, private, and intimidating. The first time the women he works with got wind that I was dating him, they looked at me like I was an endangered species, like they were surprised he actually talked to me since they are all afraid of conversing with him. Generally, he doesn't like talking to people and lacks the will and ability to interact with people who share no interests with him. Pop culture disgusts him, and he bristles at the very thought of talking to someone who surrounds himself or herself with such things. Lately, he's even stopped listening to talk radio because, as he said, "the stupidity of people is astounding."
None of this bothers me. I knew he was like this from the beginning. I prefer him this way, even if he's gotten more irritable over the last year or so. He's made it quite clear that his daily annoyances don't concern me. He is rarely ever cross with me over anything that rubs him the wrong way. And, I share most of his annoyances, so it isn't a chore for me to hear him expound upon them every now and again. In fact, I'm not sure that I could maintain a happy and healthy relationship with someone who is more outgoing or accomodating to others. This is not to say that Jason is an unhappy or pessimistic person. Within his interests, he's a very articulate and fun person to talk to about many things. He's kind and caring, but definitely not to everyone, especially those he's just met. So, it's not like I'm a glutton for punishment. I sincerely enjoy him and his personality. I can't see myself with anyone else.
Anyway, after we has this discussion, I took Ferguson out for a walk. I was mulling over our conversation and a thought hit me. When the hell did I start dating Severus Snape?
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