Misjudgement

A couple of major things came to mind today. Firstly, never before have I felt that I completely misjudged someone before. I don't think I have been in a situation where my opinion of someone could change so much in such a short space of time. I mean, I misjudge people on appearances, which is why I am careful about judging by appearance (but it is a natural thing to do), but I knew this person beforehand, and I judged them on having spoken with them quite a lot, and spent some time with them. And then I spent more time, and I spent more time with them and my opinion flip-flopped like John Kerry*. Basically, I completely underestimated someone.

It feels very good to realise that I was wrong about how I felt, and my opinion, and it leads to several values I hold coming in to question. But hey, what doesn't these days?

I also did something very fun. Something Natasha once said was amusing; I told her that Qian and I were talking about something or other, and she said something along the lines of, "Oh, you and Qian talk about things other than work?". This was amusing, because more often than not, Qian and I spent ages chatting instead of working, and just having a fun time. People often misjudged our friendship. Anyway, tonight she called me, and while she usually calls me to arrange to meet up, she called me today because she was feeling down and wanted to be cheered up. And we chatted for half an hour about all kinds of crazy stuff, mainly what we'd done the last few days and our friends, and we laughed about various situations I was in. She even offered to split up Rika (the masseuse) from her boyfriend and give me her number. Thanks Qian. I don't need guilt. But for someone who hasn't quite mastered the English language, she certainly has a very humourous grasp of sarcasm, a trait most Americans can't handle. And she used it very wittily to mock me for a while, and had me laughing very hard. It was our longest phone call, and the most fun. And at the end of it, she told me how much happier she was because of it. And without realising it, the same had happened to me. It's put me in a great mood all evening.

As it turns out, my 3D Animation lecturer is a big Lost fan. After a short discussion, he informed me that I should take a Degree in Lost. If only they offered it. Helgi's catching up, I hope. And Dan has told me he's watching Season 2 properly again. Thank goodness. In that vein of though, I'm going to start reading The Third Policeman.

*I don't mean anything against John Kerry, he is a great man and deserved a place in the Oval Office. But it's a great simile and confuses the politically ignorant readers.