How much?

This is the first time in 3 weeks I have even tried to write something (outside of academic essays). It seems every other time I post, it’s me saying, “sorry, I’ve been really busy; I’m sure I’ll be posting a lot more though.” I’m really sick of saying that. I do want to post, I am just too concentrated on school, and things I feel fit in the very small keep to myself category (a category that barely exists).
In fact, the keep to myself category only exists when it comes to “Let’s Talk Teck.” Anyone could come up to me and ask me any question they want (even if it would make me blush) and I, more than likely, will answer it truthfully. Maybe you think I’m crazy for this; I know quite a few people who would join you in that frame of mind. I see no need to hide anything; granted, there are certain things if not hidden might get me in a bit of trouble or might turn some people off of me.¹
If something has thrilled, confused or depressed me, I immediately find someone to talk to. I can’t hold it in or it will slowly eat me alive. I will go over it constantly and my mood, will stick with me until it’s off my mind.
With so many people being amazed at my inability to keep things in it makes me wonder how few people are with me in this state of mind. Is anyone with me? Are the people who were very recently strangers scared by the discussion of my personal life in our first conversation?
I’ve made it a bit of a goal to meet as many cool people as I can because I’m the kind of person who likes to be with friends constantly. And knowing more people just makes my goal that much easier. At times, I like to surprise people who don’t know me with a good ol’ “Hi, I’m Terry!” Unfortunately, there are those who cannot be disturbed in their life of seriousness, to respond nicely². On September 10th I was very drunk – I’m not telling you this to make you think I’m cool (“Whoa he gets drunk!”) but if I don’t tell you, you will be confused why I’m acting the way I am in this story – a few of my friends and I went to the Blarney Stone for my birthday. It’s funny y’know, the more tequila you get in you, the better you can dance. At least that was the case on this particular Sunday. I was dancing up a storm and I noticed that I wasn’t alone; a guy (clearly gay (not just because he was dancing)) happened to be dancing by himself (he was doing the robot, with the foot shuffle. Very advanced stuff.) So I went to join him and he responded by physically pushing me away. How can someone be so rude? How do you know, aside from my dance moves clearly mocking you, that I’m not trying to pick you up? You’re clearly gay and I’m not a bad looking guy; but that’s neither here nor there. My point is, I would appreciate it if some people would take the sticks out of their asses.
In other (more pleasant) cases I run into those who have respect for mankind. They will play along with my joke or participate in a conversation with me. A joke is usually how it starts; so you can only imagine how excited I was when I heard a girl, standing on the corner, say to someone on the phone “Yeah, I’m just standing outside, walking around like a prostitute.” Oh how badly I wanted to make a new friend.

Hey sweetie! How much?


1. I’m writing in between delivering pizzas for Pizza Hut. On my last delivery, I misread the receipt and brought a can of Diet Pepsi instead of a 2-litre. I told the lady who answered the door that I was going to go back to “base” and bring one back for her because she said her kids wanted their Diet Pepsi. What I didn’t realize was how much her kids wanted the pop; upon my re-arrival I came upon a boy at about 5 years of age who, on sight of me, yelled, “It’s here!” He did a little dance and I handed him the Diet Pepsi. I only hope he drank the entire thing before his Mom realized what happened. (If you hear of a kid dying from drinking a 2-litre of pop, let me know. I imagine it’s quite rare, I just would like to know if I was an accessory in something like that…)

2. Even when I don’t approach someone with a “Hi, I’m Terry!” there are those who have a tendency to be, what many people would refer to as, bitches.
The other day, my friend Alix and I were trying to find somewhere to sit in the “pool observation deck” (or so we call it), it being quite full (and us having something private to talk about), we weren’t sure where to sit. Standing, wondering whether or not to take a seat we were rushed to a decision by just such a bitch, “Are you gonna sit there or what!?” The sudden attack really made me wonder what makes a person so inconsiderate. People like that chick, and whoever the hell invented Crazy Frog³ make me freakin’ sick. Don’t be that person.

3. If you are someone who regularly listens to Crazy Frog, or you are friends someone who knows someone that listens to Crazy Frog. I must ask, what the hell is wrong with you? If you need to listen to perfectly fine songs (in most cases) being ruined, I hate to do it, but I ask you to show slightly more self-respect and just listen to Weird Al…⁴

4. Yes, I just used a footnote in a footnote. I take it back, don’t listen to either of them.

-Teck

Love ya Jesse!