Monday, February 13, 2006


Blink, Blink

"They think there's something wrong with you."
"Huh?" I have to say, I was even more baffled at that point than I have been in the last few days.
"Not mentally wrong... I didn't mean it like that!"
"Ah. So, it's wrong as in...?"
"They just think there's something wrong with you. I don't really know what, you'll have to ask them."
"And how do you propose I do that when I can't get more than three words out of any of them?"

That was a bit of a stumper for all of us, sitting around a small table in some random pub we'd wandered into (attempted girls' night out... unexpectedly cut short by a woman I shall refer to as Extremely Drunk Random Bitch Lady ).

Conversation wandered elsewhere, e.g. whether or not Miss Tuesday and my Psych teacher had actually had sex or just a quick grope (we decided that he probably wouldn't want to lose his job, but she had almost certainly tried it on with him)... but I couldn't help but wonder exactly what it is that people think is wrong with me.

I've checked in the mirror and I still have just one head. If I have rancid breath or terrible body odour, I'm sure that the girls would have mentioned it when I asked. So the only thing I can really come up with is this:

They think there's something wrong with me because I'm a little bit sensitive right now after just experiencing a major trauma.

Actually, it's not just that. I think that the reason they're being all distant over my sensitive-ness is that I am sensitive about something that, let's face it, is very trendy and alternative and splashed all over the TV right now.

But it shouldn't really matter. If someone had just lost a sibling, for example, you wouldn't spend your lunchbreaks discussing the lovely family outing you had with your own sibling. Common sense and sensitivity, right? Just because something is extremely cool at the moment doesn't mean that everyone should ignore the fact that someone is a little bit uneasy about it - either avoid the subject altogether or talk about it when that person isn't present.

But there's absolutely no excuse for treating that person as though they've just dropped in from another planet (even if, in my case, that is half-true).

To be perfectly honest, I've experienced better treatment from some of the bullying asswipes at my old high school.

Friday, February 10, 2006



This is my new blog, I will post some stuff later.

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