So that's settled. I'm used to people laughing when I'm trying my very hardest to be stoic and I'm unfazed when hearing, "Oh, you're being for real?" I'd accepted it and moved on, then C showed up for dinner tonight and caused me to worry about it all over again. C is a classmate of mine from law school. He was in my section so, from the back of the classroom, I would often sit, stare, and contemplate the mysteries of his tattoo. It was hypnotic, at least it was when combined with Father W.'s refusal to teach intentional infliction of emotional distress.
The reason for re-hashing these thoughts about other's refusal to view me in a serious light is not because C had the audacity to question my authenticity when I spoke to him tonight. Rather, it's simply because I had no clue when C was being serious as he spoke to me. I don't know if I'd ever been on the receiveing end of it before. It's quite baffling, really, and I'm not sure what to think about it. He's really got me in a contemplative mood, as I sit and wonder if others have such a hard time trying to get a read on me. It's very bizarre.
I hope to give this thought some heavy contemplation and also hope to meet up with C again in the near future to figure out what is really going on. Perhaps it was just an anomaly. Maybe he had first date jitters and was just being weird because of it. Or maybe it was my fault for feeding him too much soup. I'm not sure. But until I solve this mystery, I'll try to be more vigilant in my attempts to separate my humorous side from my somber side, though my freaky, wandering eye will probably continue to do its own thing. Consider yourself warned.