I made a spectacle of myself again, and while that shouldn't be a big deal or surprising, it's just always really astounding when I realize it.
In this instance, I was being pushed in a computer chair at one of Sam's friend's parties*. The helpful friend pushing me, Ben, wheeled me into the kitchen where man of the party goers stood with party hands, also known as that limp wrist you get when your fore arm is held up to your side and you hold your drink near your chin. It was at that entrance, where a few of the more luxurious girls looked at me up and down--Ben said a friend how-do-you-do?--and left the room. A few more people gave me similar glances before exiting the kitchen, to which Ben pushed the chair towards the living room, the new popular room, and the same people gave me that weary look as well. That's when it hit me how obnoxious sitting in this chair was.
It all started when I stepped on a laptop near the television. Apparently, said laptop was hooked to said television to play the nonconformist tunes, and while relating a story to two avid listeners, I stepped on it with my boot. Worried, I grabbed some people I knew who worked with computers to look at it, which only led them to make those openly ambiguous jokes like "hey someone should be careful about that laptop on the ground! A girl could step on it with her boot!" Har, har, har.
Chris was one of said obnoxious jokesters, and I just couldn't have that happen because (1) it's Chris. No one takes jokes from him because we're usually making fun of him for crying at snowflakes and trying to play Into the Wild as his life, and (2) I felt really bad for stepping on that laptop. So I slapped him. In retrospect, this is serious oppression, which I never agreed with when learning about World History, so I feel extremely terrible for it. It could also be because of that, "awe, what the crap?" expression Chris had when everyone saw it.
To make it up to him, his roommate, Ben, and I took it upon ourselves to try to get him a new girlfriend at the party. This was pretty obvious to every girl we ran into, because Ben and I didn't come up with a subtle tactic. All we had to do was stand really close to Chris, then I'd tap a girl on the shoulder, compliment her, and Ben would introduce himself and Chris. And the girl would wise up and introduce us to her boyfriend or "boyfriend," I should say.
This compounded with how I would constantly tell Ben to stop checking out chicks and stop cheating on his girlfriend--I ignored him when he said he didn't have a girlfriend anymore, because that is precisely what a cheater would say--and I realized that I became that girl yet again.
At the end of the night, back at Sam's, as she stirred some ravioli on the stove top for me, I told her how I soundly slapped Ben back into line, verbally that is. To which, she and Thony told me that Ben didn't have a girlfriend any more, which was why he came to the party.
But, they assured me, it was terribly funny that I kept reminding him about it.
*I kid you not, the theme was container, meaning you dress as your favorite container. I came, as Sam called, an organ container, meaning I didn't dress up at all.
