i was in a supermarket, i put cilantro on a box of cereal
the german said ‘no, you mustnt, cardboard will get wet’ and moved the cilantro to the cart
i said no, germs
and a stranger said ‘peace, you two’
i said “she’s german, we have a history of conflict”
and the 60yo interrupter got very upset and in my face about how everyone has conflicted with everyone at some point and i said ‘am i wrong?’ and they started talking german to my friend
I met his wife and she gave him my number. He wanted me to get under him, pyramidally speaking. It seems my blow-offs were a little too subtle, until this.
I LOVE EVERYONE AND I AM SO HAPPY AND SO HOPEFUL AND EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE WONDERFUL AND NOTHING CAN TOUCH ME CAUSE I TOUCH THE SKY AND I’m fucking manic
Was Facebook ever cool? I’m having a hard time remembering what all the fuss was about. Now I only use it for looking up strangers (and judging them not on their profile but where they set their privacy levels) and messaging people whom I’m not close enough to know their email addresses. One of the few things I enjoy from Facebook now is seeing who the next ‘friend’ will be to try to monetize our ‘friendship’.
I asked my friend how a poker tournament went in Edmonton. He said ‘I will not be back to Fort Mac for a while’.
Had dinner with people to whom I would later refer as ‘the most normal people in fort mac’. Then I was thinking ‘what if she asked me where she stood on the list of Fort Mac normality. She would be much further down the list, but not in a bad way. And because I’m the second most self involved person I know, and probably the most self reflective (at least publicly) I turned inward and examined my how close I am to normal. It turns out not very close at all. The latest in a long list of times people calling me weird is a coworker saying she won’t come to this very dinner because ‘I’m not like you’. Other fun examples are… I may have figured out my central difference. I have met several buttloads of people in my life, working various jobs for short terms, waiting tables obviously made me meet people, playing poker, whatever. I think a lot of people turn bitter and expect bad things (we humans remember bad things 3x as vividly as the good) from new people where I hold out hope that the next person I meet will be full of love and generosity. This roses up my glasses and people think I’m weird to expect strangers to be decent.
Hey y’all, you know how I’ve always had trouble making friends b/c I’m shy and quiet and reserved and hard to get along with? I’ve managed to overcome those difficulties (or perhaps someone took pity on me because of them) and get an invite to a Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday. Yay! Additionally, I asked a girl with whom I work to join me, and she said yes. So now I just have to find another Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday and another on Monday and two more girls.
My Fort Mcmurray Tweets
Cause I said I’d make this a blog post.
