Johnny Seriously

[judecorp]

With very few exceptions, I'm not taken seriously. I don't know if it's because I'm funny, or because I'm a smartass, or because I'm younger-looking/younger-acting. I just know that there are only a handful of people who interact with me in a serious manner. How do I always end up in friendships or other relationships where I'm constantly the butt of some stupid joke? This has happened with friends, with bosses and coworkers, and with other people.

Don't get me wrong, I like to joke around and have fun. I'm easy-going, like to laugh, and am good for a prank. But there are times when I really like to be taken seriously. When I say, "I'm concerned about X, so can you do this for me?" I would kind of like to be honored for that. Every once in a while I would like to be interacted with without jokes or pranks or stunts. It leaves me leery to ever expose anything honest about myself or develop new relationships.

I'm sure I'd die if I was taken completely seriously all the time, too. I'd really like a happy medium, probably heavier on the fun side, but definitely somewhere between the poles. If I say something seriously, don't fuck with me, please. Don't assume that I want to deal with pranks over and over, especially when I've asked if I'm being pranked more than two times in a ten-minute period.

And for the love of all that is good and holy, please don't /ever/ put dirty food dishes or other food trash under my furniture when I'm paranoid about seeing another water bug and I've admitted that to you. Would you like it if I stuck a dirty, saucy piece of trash in your house somewhere? Grossness. Why would someone do that? Yuck. Yuck.

America is the place where the kids got twisted minds bent on self-destruction.

Comments

[starzz.livejournal.com]

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[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Dude, she KISSED me!

[starzz.livejournal.com]

awwwwwwww :)

[starzz.livejournal.com]

*hug hug hug*

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

hey! you cheat! there was no mention of cocks or africa! :P

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

AUNTIESIANNAN HAS A HUGE AFRICAN COCK, BUT SHE IS DRINKING SOY FORMULA TO BECOME A HOMOSEXUAL WITH BREASTS!

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

ON YO KNEES, BIZZITCH, SUCK MY NUBIAN SHE-MALE TROUSER SNAKE!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

MAKE ME LOVE IT, MISTER MISTRESS!

[auntiesiannan.livejournal.com]

YOU ALREADY DO, WOMAN! YOU ALREADY DO!

[indigodove.livejournal.com]

And for the love of all that is good and holy, please don't /ever/ put dirty food dishes or other food trash under my furniture when I'm paranoid about seeing another water bug and I've admitted that to you.

I'm sure I'm overly sensitive to this one because I really hate bugs and spiders in general, but that sounds downright abusive to me. It would be gross and immature otherwise, but really. That's just not cool. "Nasty" springs to mind.

*hug*

[kat-chan.livejournal.com]

I've totally got to agree here. I hate bugs. And my roommate my first year in college was SUCH a slob. Dirty clothes and food wrappers EVERYWHERE! Thank the gods I survived that year.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I can deal with "clean" messes - like paper and clothes and books and just overall clutter.

But food messes are something else entirely. Yuckness.

[kat-chan.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not sure if I would consider dirty clothes to be a "clean" mess. Especially if they're urine-soaked, or workout clothes. But I'm a paper-and-books clutter sort. And this roommate's food wrappers attracted a mouse into our room, which was just a total bonus, you know? Especially when I walk into the room, see the roomie stand on the bed, screaming like a child about the mouse. *rolls her eyes*

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Well, I wasn't thinking urine-soaked clothes. Just... clothes that had been worn.

I see your point.

[kat-chan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it was pretty, ummm, gross. :(

[whod81.livejournal.com]

America is the place where the kids got their wills broken into and broken in two.
America is the place where the kids got broken hearts.

And you don't say
Hush.
Keep it down now.
Voices carry.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

I love you for quoting song lyrics to me that I like.

I love you.

[oddharmonic.livejournal.com]

please don't /ever/ put dirty food dishes or other food trash under my furniture when I'm paranoid about seeing another water bug and I've admitted that to you.

That is _so_ disgusting. Robert once lost a half-full bottle of formula when Laurel was little and I told him if he found it (turned out he'd taken her in our bedroom, a baby-free zone, and it'd rolled under the bed) to just toss it because I did not even want to try to un-skeevify it.

*hands you a clue grenade, use at will*

[rizzo41.livejournal.com]

So after fighting with security guards and walking dark scary roads from one airline to another to avoid a 3 hour wait for the taxi I get home and am rather miffed that the cats aren't at the door to greet me. NO. They are too busy chasing a water bug around the living room. It's fun to be me!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Those damned cats! I will kick their asses!

So sad to not have you here. :( But glad you got home safely.