Don't you hate it when you think you buried something, then it rises from the grave to eat your flesh? Um, wait, that's zombies. I think I meant "rises from the grave to bother you again." Yup, that's the one.

Like Q. I had forgotten alllll about Q. And then Q decided to remember me. Joy-oh-joy.

Q was a human (not a zombie) I used to like and who I had embarrassed myself in front of irreparably. That was a few years ago, and I figured Q had forgotten all about me, or if he remembered who I was, brushed the memory off like a shower of dandruff.

Apparently not.

See, I had convinced myself Q hated me and was ridiculously annoyed by me, so I decided to forget Q. Apparently Q wants to see me this weekend. Wow, I'm confused.

What do you think? Can friendships (or potential ones) be ruined (or not started) because of what people think the other person thinks of them? Why are what you think the other person thinks, and what they actually think sometimes so drastically different? Leave your answer in the comments (which are working again).

-N