Conceit

There was this new guy at church. I sat next to him, and struck up a conversation with him. That was way out of my comfort zone. (This was in my old ward.) I went to Salt Lake with him and a group for an event at the tabernacle, and chatted with him in the car. I was patting myself on the back for trying to befriend him.

My girlfriend invited him over for dinner. (She was the one who first invited him to church.) She told him I was coming, and he was like, "Who's that?"

I'm sure he'll recognize me. But the point is: I obviously wasn't as friendly as I thought.

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Last night I had dinner at MacCool's with T. We ordered five half-price appetizers. Sometime in the conversation he mentioned his credit-card debt and his problem with overspending. When the waiter was getting the bill, I said, "Give me the three more-expensive ones." And T was like, "Let's just split it half way. It's not really worth bothering over a couple bucks."

I'm not as generous as I thought was either.

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And another thing. I write on here with the whole world as my audience, and I act like I know something. But, jeez, what do I know? I'm just a punk kid.