Post by Lukas Bondevik on Jun 25, 2015 11:24:16 GMT -8
First off, he hadn't wanted to come here. The other researchers had tried convince him countless of times to come. First it had been a matter of holding a speech about his project, or a seminaries about what he was so good at. Give others advice, encouraging words on why they should continue, how, or maybe curious people could get some kind of motivation to start a project themselves, or maybe lit a flame in those younger people, so they too could choose a career like the one they had.
What a joke.
You couldn't give a speech and motivate people, if they really wanted it, the will for it should already be imprinted deep inside of them, he shouldn't have to put it out on them. He didn't want to force people either, and to be absolute honest.. He kind of wanted to speak more about his work, what he was doing, why, and how he was doing it. He loved his job, the passion was like a mist around him every time he was locked up in his lab and tried the bacteria, tried to make it react, or just tried to pass time by making different solutions, and see how it reacted.
The real problem was that he was so painfully shy, that standing there would cause him to have a small heart-attack, which he would gladly avoid, because whom would take care of Eirík if he was in the hospital?
And yet..
Why was he there again? Almost sneaking around like he was some kind of thief. Trying to avoid people he knew, turning around easier than a lioness that chased her prey. No one had ever said anything different about how agile he was, and he could easily dance around in the room, making it seem like he was floating, gracefully walking, while he was really avoiding everyone he could possibly recognise out there. It wasn't a matter if he wanted to discuss his work or not, it would be the usual anyway, 'How is it going', 'oh, as usual, coming nowhere'. He wasn't too tempted to have those conversations right now. And the fact that he was shy again didn't help. People saw him as rude, and antisocial. He was neither, just having a hard time to form words properly when he barely knew what to do with himself.
He wasn't really trying to blend in, nor stand out, but he always had a certain kind of good fashion. He didn't dress like the others here. They wore the usual, suits, ties, white shirts.. It was so boring that he wanted to yawn, but he didn't, it wasn't their fault they didn't knew better.
Earlier, he sneaked into one of the seminaries to listen to the man that held it, an older male with a smaller audience. He wasn't as well-known as others here, but he was one of the people he looked up to, and he even managed to chat a bit with him afterwards about possibilities and other things, it had actually put him in a much better mood for being here.
Otherwise, it was just new faces, with people that were going to get hurt sooner or later with their impulsive experiment, beginners that didn't really knew what they were doing.. It was heartbreaking to see, but also kinda good that someone would make them so no one else did it again.. But you never knew with people... Again.
He was currently looking over at a stall, where the person was trying to impress the small audience he had by bragging on how good his idea about a new kind of power-source, ran by.. Hamsters in wheels.. Of course.. Even he had to smirk at it, and try not to laugh at him. It was such a childish idea, and someone even mentioned the possibility of the hamsters getting tired, his solution was to 'just trade them'. Bitter, and so mean, it made him walk straight away from there, and he hoped someone would take those poor hamsters away from him.
"Is there really nothing more than this?" He mumbled for himself as he strolled around there again, declining yet again the lady whom was walking around with a bowl of sweets.. This was a science convention.. Was it really that clever to walk around with that, considering how much bacteria that would be inside of there after all of the people had grabbed at least one? And he could bet that most of the people here had hypochondria or something like that. He loved sweets himself, but not from a strangers bowl, he had also been taught properly enough.
Getting enough of walking, for now, he sat down on a bench close-by that was vacant, and he leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment to draw a heavy sigh. It hadn't been a complete waste of time, but he was bored now, and this was almost as much social interaction he could have with strangers for a day than he was used to, being one of those 'science men' who locked himself up in the lab and forgot about time.
"Almost lunchtime, maybe I should find something to eat, and text Eirík that he should too."
@dawn
What a joke.
You couldn't give a speech and motivate people, if they really wanted it, the will for it should already be imprinted deep inside of them, he shouldn't have to put it out on them. He didn't want to force people either, and to be absolute honest.. He kind of wanted to speak more about his work, what he was doing, why, and how he was doing it. He loved his job, the passion was like a mist around him every time he was locked up in his lab and tried the bacteria, tried to make it react, or just tried to pass time by making different solutions, and see how it reacted.
The real problem was that he was so painfully shy, that standing there would cause him to have a small heart-attack, which he would gladly avoid, because whom would take care of Eirík if he was in the hospital?
And yet..
Why was he there again? Almost sneaking around like he was some kind of thief. Trying to avoid people he knew, turning around easier than a lioness that chased her prey. No one had ever said anything different about how agile he was, and he could easily dance around in the room, making it seem like he was floating, gracefully walking, while he was really avoiding everyone he could possibly recognise out there. It wasn't a matter if he wanted to discuss his work or not, it would be the usual anyway, 'How is it going', 'oh, as usual, coming nowhere'. He wasn't too tempted to have those conversations right now. And the fact that he was shy again didn't help. People saw him as rude, and antisocial. He was neither, just having a hard time to form words properly when he barely knew what to do with himself.
He wasn't really trying to blend in, nor stand out, but he always had a certain kind of good fashion. He didn't dress like the others here. They wore the usual, suits, ties, white shirts.. It was so boring that he wanted to yawn, but he didn't, it wasn't their fault they didn't knew better.
Earlier, he sneaked into one of the seminaries to listen to the man that held it, an older male with a smaller audience. He wasn't as well-known as others here, but he was one of the people he looked up to, and he even managed to chat a bit with him afterwards about possibilities and other things, it had actually put him in a much better mood for being here.
Otherwise, it was just new faces, with people that were going to get hurt sooner or later with their impulsive experiment, beginners that didn't really knew what they were doing.. It was heartbreaking to see, but also kinda good that someone would make them so no one else did it again.. But you never knew with people... Again.
He was currently looking over at a stall, where the person was trying to impress the small audience he had by bragging on how good his idea about a new kind of power-source, ran by.. Hamsters in wheels.. Of course.. Even he had to smirk at it, and try not to laugh at him. It was such a childish idea, and someone even mentioned the possibility of the hamsters getting tired, his solution was to 'just trade them'. Bitter, and so mean, it made him walk straight away from there, and he hoped someone would take those poor hamsters away from him.
"Is there really nothing more than this?" He mumbled for himself as he strolled around there again, declining yet again the lady whom was walking around with a bowl of sweets.. This was a science convention.. Was it really that clever to walk around with that, considering how much bacteria that would be inside of there after all of the people had grabbed at least one? And he could bet that most of the people here had hypochondria or something like that. He loved sweets himself, but not from a strangers bowl, he had also been taught properly enough.
Getting enough of walking, for now, he sat down on a bench close-by that was vacant, and he leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment to draw a heavy sigh. It hadn't been a complete waste of time, but he was bored now, and this was almost as much social interaction he could have with strangers for a day than he was used to, being one of those 'science men' who locked himself up in the lab and forgot about time.
"Almost lunchtime, maybe I should find something to eat, and text Eirík that he should too."
@dawn
