Well, it's yesterday now, I suppose. I just got done watching some Simpsons episodes with Greg and this girl from his jazz combo. Greg spent the whole time apologizing for the lack of entertainment, and she spent most of her time fishing for compliments.

Because I was feeling a bit contrarious, I called both of them out on their behavior.

Greg, for one, can't just sit and entertain himself; I didn't want to listen to his excuses when it was his idea to do something in the first place. I could just as easily have gone to sleep, or studied, no big deal. Why bother organizing something at 11:00 on a Sunday?

The girl, of course, was an innocent bystander and the most guilty person of all. Though she did nothing ire-worthy, the fishing for compliments, however 'unconscious' on her part, got pretty annoying. She was much too obvious about it and left Greg, the target, with little to work with. What do you tell a girl when she says her breasts are too small? Greg's girlfriend, at least, would be proud of my intervention.

I observed, for the second time tonight, the even-more-mellow persona that my roomate unveils for his interactions with girls. I'm not implying that he's being phony, not at all, because I do the same thing. I try to be consistent, but I end up acting differently around different groups of people. Guys and girls, Appleton people and Brainerd people, family and friends, etc. Is there a more 'genuine' Greg, or is every personality just a combination of personas?

It sounds like Graham, Jenna, and Adam had a conversation about personality types that I'm sorry I missed,

I don't buy type-A and type-B; we can't pigeonhole people in anything but the broadest of categories (I say this despite my love of generalizations) but we love to pigeonhole people nonetheless, so we make these types. I believe there's a type-C now too.

Anyways, combine a vague, cold-reading-style type description with the human capacity for self-deception and confirmation bias, and you can make any pigeonhole fit as snugly as your daily horoscope predictions.

But on a related subject, I was thinking of genius today. We want to believe in pure genius as much as we want to believe in true love, but I'm not sure who could ever claim to possess either. Einstein's relativity and Shakespeare's plays were not produced in a vacuum; I think genius may very well be a lie. At the very least, it's an ideal.

I went to Greg's jazz combo recital today, and afterwards went to dinner with the aforementioned percussionist and The Mustacheless Man. It was fun. I won't see The Mustacheless Man ever again after this year, I suspect, so I actually gave him my undivided attention, causing the next table over (which for some reason expected me to evesdrop) to question my ability to hear. I'll miss that scrappy little guy.

Anyways, time to sleep.