Yesterday, around 5:00 PM, I’m working at one of the computers in my lab, trying to hastily write the lecture I gave today. One of the other graduate students in the lab asks me and another student what we have planned for this weekend.
Other graduate student launches into a paragraph about her plans to visit so-and-so and do so-and-so. The two of them talk about how fun it is to do so-and-so, and I’m relieved. Their chitter-chatter is annoying, but at least I’m off the hook.
But no. Nosy Boy wants to know what I have planned.
“I don’t plan that far in advance,” I reply–trying my best to hide my irritation.
He knows I’m always busy. He knows that when I’m not doing an experiment, I’m workng on my dissertation. He knows I don’t have a life. How does he know this? Because I’m constantly TELLING HIM. I’m an uber-nerd. Everyone in my lab knows it and has come to respect it.
But that’s not even it. Yes, it’s embarrassing when I get asked what I have planned for the weekend and I say nothing. Yes, it’s even more embarrassing when I get asked what I DID over the weekend and all I can say is that I caught up on some sleep. But that’s not why I’m irritated.
I’m irritated because it wasn’t even Friday. A “What do you have planned for the weekend?” is appropriate on a Friday. It’s a little strange on a Thursday, but not too much. But on a Wednesday? Unless you want to ask me out on a date or invite me to a party, you don’t need to know what I’m doing three days from now. Especially since I know you don’t really care…you just want to fill the silence with inane jibber-jabber! Or, you just want to entertain yourself by telling me what you’re going to do. Frankly, I DON’T GIVE A SHIT!
I do things over the weekend sometimes. I take walks to the basalt quarry near my apartment and try to identify the weeds growing there, while the groundhogs and deer stare at me LAst weekend, I visited my sister. Or, I sit on the couch and post on the SD all day. Sometimes I’ll even go into the city and visit an area I’ve never been before. Rarely is what I do “planned” or worth mentioning after the fact. Certainly not compared to your exciting schedule of rock climbing, parties, concerts, and cross-country travels.
I just wish people would stop asking me that question. And I wish I had the balls to tell people to leave me alone.
(This is a lame rant but it’s too late to take it back!)